The truth is: teenagers are naïve, and extremely unoriginal. We have the classic head cheerleader, the punks/rebels, the class president/valedictorian, the quarterback, the geeks/nerds, other rich preps, badasses/burnouts/stoners, etc.
The cheerleader probably hates herself, thinks she’s fat, and is either anorexic or bulimic. The jocks are cocky S.O.B.s who obsess over their looks; muscles, hair, size… They use their woman-of-the-week as a trophy, and a plaything. The scene/punk/rebellious kids are probably way cooler than you give them credit for; even though they love all things black, they’re as bright as rainbows on the inside. The valedictorian is a paranoid perfectionist who has voluntary insomnia and suffers from some serious OCD. The rich people rely on their Visa and MasterCard, and the occasional Gucci bag. Let’s face it… they hate themselves. No amount of therapy, or shopping, can cure their insanely messed up lives. The geeks enjoy their Star Trek and Runescape, therefore never leaving their basement. They’re doomed to live in a world consisting of fire-breathing dragons and aliens; light-sabers and Chewbacca.
I’m at a loss for words; mearly writing the first thing that comes to mind. my brain jumps from topic to topic. can’t keep anything on my mind..can’t keep it off. Cj.. friends…”fuck you”..godbyes… new school… dreams… friends… cigs…kissing..car rides in the snow..watching christmas lights change..blue then red then green..repeat… i promise… “let’s just be friends”… i’m sorry… diamonds… please… I love you…movies..classics… quotes…music… The Perks… thinking..trying to just avoid it…slut.. talking til 8 in the morning… getting drunk… doing things i never thought i would…. no regrets…forever.. play… swings.. cotten candy..movies.. live.. forgive… ecstasy… parties…drugs.. problems… cutting… breaking up..hooking up…giving up… it goes on… saying sorry..rings..kissing in the rain… hugs.. football games.. rain..soaking wet… falling asleep..in his arms… feeling safe..feeling loved…apologizing…crying.. cold…warm…it’ll be okay…everything’s over…moving on..far away… forever… for now…feels like my head’s playing games. Not all of it is mine to think about.. not all of it is true. Not all of it’s a lie. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I just want it to be okay.
The stars lean down to kiss you, And I lie awake I miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere. ‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly, But I’ll miss your arms around me. I’d send a postcard to you dear, ‘Cause I wish you were here.
I watch the night turn light blue. But it’s not the same without you, Because it takes two to whisper quietly, The silence isn’t so bad, Till I look at my hands and feel sad, ‘Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly.
Today, I read on MLIA on how someone realized that two years ago, in the year of the cow, we had mad cow disease. Then in the year of the chicken, avian flu. And now, in the year of the pig, swine flu. I then realized that in 2012, it's the year of the dragon. Now I know why the world is going to end. MLIA.