I wrote this for my Creative Writing class at the beginning of the school year, I thought it was really pretty. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written. So, I thought I’d share it with Tumblr!
I'm going to try real damn hard to live my life to the fullest
Like Ms. DeMoss said. I teared up when she started talking about that. Because I know I’ve been wasting my time.
I also teared up when Stefan talked about being lost. I feel really lost, like I’ve been split into a million puzzle pieces across the world. But I will remember that I’m awesome, because I really fucking am.
And when Chris got an honorary diploma, I teared up then too. Death is such a scary thing.
But I didn’t full out cry. I fully expected I would, but I didn’t. I don’t think I’ll look back on this time with happiness. I wish I could, but I won’t. I guess I just ought a work from this time on to be proud of a new chapter.
My hands started tingling during the ceremony, like they would if they were starting to go numb. It was scary.
(Also, I look real good in the mirror now. Really skinny, skinny enough to wear a bikini! I guess that’s one good thing that came from this.)
Fucking infomercials. Guys, I’m really hot. Like really fucking beautiful. I have really pretty hair, it’s getting long. It’s shiny. My face is real cute, I swear it is. I’ve got some awesome big eyebrows which I love. Pretty eyes, with an indescribable color. I’ve got nice legs. I’m fairly skinny. I’ve got a great chest. I’ve got really soft skin. I always smell good.
I’m pretty funny, I’m real bubbly when I’m happy. I am very smart. I’m goofy, like really goofy. I’m a lot of fun to be around when I’m in a good mood. I’m inappropriate in a good way. I have a lot of friends who love me to death. I have a lot of friends who love me to death. I have a lot of friends who love me to death.
I always thought you had to lay in bed crying and eat ice cream all day. I fully expected I’d be depressed for the next couple of days, but I can honestly say that I feel good right now. I’m cleaning the house and singing, and I was able to go to the breakfast and rehearsal just fine. I got more upset for my car accident and for school. I mean, there was the first couple of hours where I felt like dying, but after that I’m doing pretty good. This is a good day, I’m surprised by myself. I’m not crying constantly (like how I was with my car accident and those couple of bad school days last year.) It’s good. I mean I’m sad, but that’s a given, you know?
“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.”—Paulo Coelho (via profondo)
I have to get at least a 79.645% on my Physics final in order to get a 3.3 GPA. OH GOOOOOOOODNESS, I think I can do it … I think I can … . I studied a lot for today … . I’ll study for tomorrow. OH GOODNESS OH GOODNESS OH GOODNESS.