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I have concluded (using my very evolved fifteen-year-old experience) that there are some feelings in this world that totally surpass the rest in crappiness.
The first and by far the worst, is nausea. You know when it's so bad you can't move for fear that you'll barf on yourself? Yep, you know what I'm talking about. Yuck.
uke:
The second crappy feeling is not nearly as bad as the first, but it is still pretty bad. It always seems like you've had the best sleep of your life, then you wake up and (Ugh) you can't breath out of your nose. This is bad, because, even though we humans can breath out of our mouths just as easily, we always seem to want to clear our noses before we do anything else. This, of course, could take hours or even days, so the feeling of having only one nostril working bugs the crap out of us.
As you can tell, I'm sick at the moment. Well, I guess if you asked my friends, I'm sick pretty much all the time. I decided to start a journal because I'm feeling a little oddly about my life. I have a great boyfriend, some pretty good friends, and a family that (I am pretty sure) cares about me. For some reason, though, I feel rather empty.
I know, you're thinking, Oh God, another bitchy teenager. Well, it's not like that. I'm turning sixteen in eleven days and I just wanted to start writing something so I can remember some of the shit that happens to me.
:love:Well, I suppose the burning question on my mind this morning is: How do you know when you're in love? People have often said that when you're in love, you just know it. I do know it (with a deep conviction, I know it) but those same people have turned around and said that we're too young to know if we're in love. Huh? Follow your heart, but you're too young to listen to it correctly. Hmmm.
I know it's not that whole mistake lust for love thing, becuase (while I really do want to know my boyfriend in a biblical sense) we aren't doing anything beyond making out because he won't initiate anything and neither will I, because I really got hurt in my last relationship. (I know, you're thinking Usher's You Remind Me, right? Oh well.) Should I just go furthur, or should I wait for him? Hmmm.
I've told you about some bad feelings, and (in true Warm Fuzzy style) I will tell you abou some good feelings:
The first and best (for me anyway) is when somebody tells you they love you. Even if it's just a quick I love you as you're passing, it's always nice.
The second is when you're feeling sad and your usually hyperactive cat jumps onto your bed and snuggles down next to you, calmly purring as you pet him.
The third is knowing that you are really special to somebody in the world, even if you don't know them. This is important, because when you feel that life is worthless (as we all have at some point, I'm pretty sure) just think about that one person, and things will look better.
Well, it's time for me to don my rose colored glasses and prepare for another day at SmallTown America High. I will try not to let the anorexic cheerleaders ruin my life, so neither should you. Have a day.
Pookie
The first and by far the worst, is nausea. You know when it's so bad you can't move for fear that you'll barf on yourself? Yep, you know what I'm talking about. Yuck.
uke: The second crappy feeling is not nearly as bad as the first, but it is still pretty bad. It always seems like you've had the best sleep of your life, then you wake up and (Ugh) you can't breath out of your nose. This is bad, because, even though we humans can breath out of our mouths just as easily, we always seem to want to clear our noses before we do anything else. This, of course, could take hours or even days, so the feeling of having only one nostril working bugs the crap out of us.
As you can tell, I'm sick at the moment. Well, I guess if you asked my friends, I'm sick pretty much all the time. I decided to start a journal because I'm feeling a little oddly about my life. I have a great boyfriend, some pretty good friends, and a family that (I am pretty sure) cares about me. For some reason, though, I feel rather empty.
I know, you're thinking, Oh God, another bitchy teenager. Well, it's not like that. I'm turning sixteen in eleven days and I just wanted to start writing something so I can remember some of the shit that happens to me.
:love:Well, I suppose the burning question on my mind this morning is: How do you know when you're in love? People have often said that when you're in love, you just know it. I do know it (with a deep conviction, I know it) but those same people have turned around and said that we're too young to know if we're in love. Huh? Follow your heart, but you're too young to listen to it correctly. Hmmm.
I know it's not that whole mistake lust for love thing, becuase (while I really do want to know my boyfriend in a biblical sense) we aren't doing anything beyond making out because he won't initiate anything and neither will I, because I really got hurt in my last relationship. (I know, you're thinking Usher's You Remind Me, right? Oh well.) Should I just go furthur, or should I wait for him? Hmmm.
I've told you about some bad feelings, and (in true Warm Fuzzy style) I will tell you abou some good feelings:
The first and best (for me anyway) is when somebody tells you they love you. Even if it's just a quick I love you as you're passing, it's always nice.
The second is when you're feeling sad and your usually hyperactive cat jumps onto your bed and snuggles down next to you, calmly purring as you pet him.
The third is knowing that you are really special to somebody in the world, even if you don't know them. This is important, because when you feel that life is worthless (as we all have at some point, I'm pretty sure) just think about that one person, and things will look better.
Well, it's time for me to don my rose colored glasses and prepare for another day at SmallTown America High. I will try not to let the anorexic cheerleaders ruin my life, so neither should you. Have a day.
Pookie