This is me in class: quiet, head down, always scribbling something.
Apparently, that gives everyone permission to talk over me as if i’m invisible. i’m not complaining because they leave me alone for most of it, but… you get sick of hearing all this bullcrap after awhile, you know?
It’s fine if you feel the need to share with your friend EVERY. FREAKING. DETAIL. of your life. But it’d be cool-er if you could share with them outside of class, at a little more private setting? Because even if I don’t talk to anyone in this class, that doesn’t mean i’m deaf. I mean, aren’t you afraid that I might tell everyone about your dirty little secrets? (i’m not that kind of person, but you never know)
Next time you yell across the room about what you did last night, please consider the quiet person sitting right in front of you. They might appear to be in their own little world, but in reality… they can hear everything you say.
Not to be creepy or anything. Just sayin’.
I know we all must leave this innocence behind…
But can’t i keep mine for a little while longer?
Why do you insist on pinning me down
with a personality
a line of description
I get curiosity, i understand
But I’d rather be
anonymous
Because i wouldn’t want to be
just another snapshot
I’m afraid if I give you a word too many
it might take away
who i am
or put too much
into your thoughts
I like that you’re interested
Don’t get me wrong
I’m just trying to say
Why do you insist on pinning down a butterfly
that has no intention of being named?
—————random poem by yours truly :)
Today I heard the ice cream truck. It’s still cloudy and rainy where i live. -_-
It’s like: Back to School sales… in the middle of JUNE! Or, how about this: Christmas Shopping done in September. Seriously, what is the rush?? Why must we get everything done ahead of time? We never get time to enjoy things in the moment anymore. Everyone and everything around us seems to be moving too fast to comprehend.
I just want to live each day and each moment. Why do we have to rush? Maybe i’m just lazy and put everything off until last moment, but… at least i can enjoy the Now. Is that so bad?
We’ve all experienced this…
When you’ve finally got a moment of peace all to yourself, and you just want to sit there quietly and enjoy it, but your mind keeps whispering to you.
At night when you just want to go to sleep and forget about today, yesterday, tomorrow, but your brain keeps reliving everything.
When you’re talking to someone and you really want to pay attention, but your head keeps poking you and trying to get your attention.
Let’s be honest. It annoys the hell out of us. Sometimes, we just need to be quiet without annoying thoughts tapdancing in our head, right? I wished my head had a power-off button.
So, dear Brain:
Kindly get a life and take this ticket to Somewhere Other Than Here. Just chill out for a few days. All expenses paid.
Sincerely, Me
What some people don’t seem to get is that, no one actually wants to hear what you’re saying. Ever heard of the expresssion: If you ain’t got nothing nice to say, don’t say nothing at all? (Okay, double negatives aside, and everything…)
Yeah, ironic that I’m posting this here expecting people to actually read my crap. But seriously, why do some people feel the need to yell across the room what they think about certain things when no one asked for their opinion? If we wanted your advice, we’d ask for it. If we wanted to listen to swear words or insults, we’d let you know.
So dear everyday assholes who don’t know how to keep their mouths shut:
We don’t actually want to hear that trash.
When you actually have something intelligent or meaningful to say, feel free.
Otherwise, shut up. Seriously.
Sincerely, everyone else who is tired of putting up with your crap.
so… like every other teen books, filled with teenangstandlotsofdramaandirrelevantshit, my parents announced i was moving.
no, it’s not the first time, and no, i’m not sobbing my heart out like it’s the end of the world. it’s just… (and i hate to admit even though no one actually cares) i’m kind of scared.
you see, i’m a very shy person. earphones on, world off, socially awkward and head down writing. i’m not good at making friends. i am fine being independent and stuff, but no one likes to be alone, you know?
it’d be pretty awesome to do that experiment, where you sit at the edge of the crowd and just observe. lots of story opportunities, eh? or that one where i put on this awesome act, crazy and see who’ll get close to this new weirdo girl.
i know i’m going to be okay. but i don’t know how long it’ll take. i guess we all like change, but we aren’t really prepared for it when it comes, are we?
i forget that no one else can hear my thoughts
when we can’t even trust our own thoughts, for fear they were planted by those huge beautified billboards?
i got onto the nearest bus and just let it carry me away for the next hour or two…
where would i end up?
would anyone notice i’d gone?
