School Holidays are like LSD.

I get tripped out. I can't clearly tell you what day of the week it is. I can't tell you whether it's night time or day time. Sleep has no meaning, nor does being awake.
And then you have to go back to school and you realize, damn, I did nothing over break but sit at home and stare at a computer screen.

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I get lazy over school breaks and forget the rest of the world. I can't wait to live on my own. Counting down the days.

Week Long Guilt Trips...

I really hate the level of my confidence. I mean, it really hits me when people younger than me have so much more confidence than me. Espicially those alot younger than me. I have a weird sense of seniority. I'm older, I more mature, I know more things. I should have the confidence that blows them away and yet I don't. And the fact that they have more confidence than me just takes another HIT at my confidence. You're young, niave, and wrong half of the time. Why can't you be like me when I was younger, scared of everything?
I feel like I'm wishing unfortunate things on other people.

Washington, hurry up!!!

French Class

For some reason I've always seemed to wonder whether there actual good people out there. I think too much, I know I do. There are plenty of nice people, those who like me, are kind but too perpendicular in their morals to ever be considered a good person. But I think you'll occasionaly find someone who is stupendous. A person who is just good without reason, they are just good people. It's not momentus, but I think I found one of those people. I may be overstepping my boundries, I just want to find a good person. Uggh....now I'm lost, I hardly know what I'm talking about anymore.

Stephanie Blake

"You...how do I contemplate you."

Patience is not something I have-I want to be done now. Isn't it old and lost?

Hats

C: I see you, can't you see me? Why are your thoughts different? Everyone else hides under comfort, they tell me it will all be okay. Liars. You tell me to get over it. You can be a serious bitch sometimes. But it helps. Helps me understand.

Why can't I be more than Keshia Mcclantoc?

5 more minutes....
Je suis anana!
-Adieu

Ciao

Discoveries....

I'm terribly inconsistent.
I know I am.
But I can't help it.

So just a few minutes ago I finished a two hour search. What was this search? It was a search through all the Bloggers here from my own hometown, little Mobile, Alabama.

I got too many results.

I realize..

...that I have too many passions in life. when some of those things conflict then I'm always one in trouble, God, I hate it. I feel like today is blame Keshia for the whole wordl day.
I'm going to make a chain of memories, see ya later alligator...


The sad part is, I'm not even happy, I'm putting on a front even in my words. See the previous post to know what I mean. Blah, but I was happy today...it's been a rollarcoaster.

I am so tired...

Of putting on a happy face. I wish I could be sad withour reason or chance. Well, I'm never sad without reason, I just wish I could be sad without having to explain myself. It's so hard to always force a smile. I need a day where I am allowed to be depressed without anyone bothering me.