My Attempt

I went to do this assignment and read a blog and it was about life. It seems these days that everyone is dying though. They are dropping like flies. Why do people commit suicide? 

They always ask the question "what would you do if it was your last day?" You always come up with something crazy wonderful. Well why don't these people who commit suicide to something before they die? they know when they are going to die of course because they plan it. Not saying its a good thing they commit suicide, but they should do something crazy before. Maybe then they would realize just how great life is and that everyone has problems. Life is worth living. If your going to die then die for something. 

I can't wake up

Its become my life now. I wanted it so bad. I would dream about it minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, month after month, while I was awake, and asleep. I dreamed about it so much that it slowly became my reality. I didn't know it would be like this. Other people made it look so simple. So fun. So perfect. I like it at first, but I soon realized how horrible, and fake it was. It was like getting a cute, cuddly dog and having it slowly turn into an ugly little creature as you realize how evil it really is. Then you stop and realize one day and wonder why you ever wanted it. My dreams have been overthrown. They have been over run.

Just Do It.

Ugh. I can't raise my hand and say that. What will people think about me? They don't care what I think and it will just sound stupid. Oh just do it. Why not?  These people can't be the one why I'm not raising my hand. Why can't I be in elementary again. They don't care what I say there. I hate fighting myself inside. It takes courage to say what you want. Something I don't have. 

This is silly. I'm just going to go for it. I'm not going to care what people say about me. Call me lame, stupid, a slut. You don't really know me. You can't really judge me unless you know my story. So I'm going to party, sing at the top on my lungs and say what I want! I'll be that rare one in this world of judgement. So go ahead and JUDGE ME and see if i care.

Awkward moments

The awkward moment when, you've already said "what?" 3 times and you still have no idea what the person said, so you just agree.

 The awkward moment when you make eye contact. . . . . through the little crack in the bathroom stall.

The awkward moment when the sentence you're reading doesn't end the way you octopus.

The awkward moment when a cop pulls you over for driving in the carpool lane. Cop " you know you have to have more than one person in the car to drive in the car pool lane." You say "Check the trunk."

 

The awkward toothbrush in the bathroom that nobody in your family uses. . .

The awkward moment in the morning when your so tired that you say tired when you run into inanimate objects.

 The awkward moment when you're talking to yourself and start to smile like an idiot because you're so hilarious. 

That awkward moment when you walk through the metal detectors at the airport, and your abs of steel set them off. (The awkward moment when a guy reads this and knows thats not him.)

Be Careful Where You Step, (it could end a life)

 You might want to be careful the next time you walk out side. For you could step on an Ant. Life of an Ant is short lived. Its only about 45-60 days long. But in this time they work hard, and grow up in a colony of about 40,000 ants. There are only to classes. You either get to be on the top as the queen. (sorry guys you couldn't ever be on top.) Or like most you are a worker. But don't worry because being Queen isn't all its cracked up to be. You get the job of laying eggs for the entire population!! Workers are very clean and tidy. So if you can't stand messy places, then I would become an Ant. They look for food and look out for there young. Some a dump disposers who get all junk out of the nest and some are builders, and others part of the Army!! So be careful next time you step on ants because they already have short lives and work harder then you.

Cross Fire

Drama is the last thing I want to be involved in. But it seems to have me right in the middle of it. How come if a guy likes you and you don't like him like that then it has a mess. I like him as a friend. He is great to hang out with. But I like someone else. . . and we are kinda together. Oh and what's worse is that this guy that likes me has these annoying sisters that go around telling everyone I'm a slut and text me and ask me if i like their brother. "I like him as a friend" is my reply and they seem to take that wrong. They think I'm playing him! Well whatever I'm going to just kinda . . . hide. Yes hide because I don't wanna face his sisters. They scare me.

Fears

I'm afraid of those slimy, scaly, slithering, snakes for sure. I'm afraid of being left behind and forgot about. I'm afraid to stand up to others and at the same time afraid to not stand up for what I know is right. I'm afraid of being alone in crowd of people I know but don't know.

I'm afraid of Judgement, Judgement from the ones I love.

I'm afraid of making the wrong choice and not being able to fix it. I'm afraid of finding that someone. Of never finding that someone. Im afraid of getting stuck. I'm afraid of conforming. Im afraid of tests. I'm afraid of pain. Of that pain that surges in the middle of the night and wakes you up. That pain pills can't help. I'm afraid of not being myself. Of changing to fit in.