Party of One

I'm not some sort of lunatic. Really, I'm not. I'm just a (not so) normal teenage girl who needs to feel like her voice is being heard. I'm not trying to get people to feel bad for me. That's actually quite the opposite. I'm just trying to get the point across that sometimes listening to people really is the best way to save them. I don't think people do enough listening.

If people would really listen to me, I wouldn't have made this blog now would I?

I'm also not trying to diss anyone via this blog. If you haven't noticed, I made an entire post about how much I love my friends. So...they have their faults. So I wish sometimes they'd be there for me more or that they'd text every once in a while. I have my faults, too. Everyone does. People just need to listen. They have to.

I'm irritated. I can't tell of what yet but I know that I am. When I get irritated I feel like there's this tornado brewing in my stomach and it wants to vacuum out any reason or logic in me and just go nuts! But then again I don't think that's such a bad thing. Maybe everyone needs to go a little crazy sometimes. Just go to the top of a park and scream your freaking brains out to get all pent up frustration out of it. It helps to go crazy every once in a while. It's just when you're crazy too much when things get a little chaotic.

I was talking to a friend the other night and I came up with something in my opinion really freaking poetic. Basically, it goes as follows: "If people give their hearts away, it's not fair that they still feel the pain when people break it-" I know it sounds a bit emo but it was a thought that crossed my mind that I felt had to be shared.

Do me a favor, if you take nothing else out of this...can you at least pass this link on? I don't know who's reading this...and frankly I really don't know if anyone at all is even taking it seriously  But if you could, at least spread the word and pass it on. I went around school the other day. Posted up post-it-notes about this blog. At first I wasn't going to do that when I initially made this blog only because I wanted it to be as anonymous as possible, but then I realized I really want people to read it. To listen to me. It's not everyday that you get to anonymously post up your thoughts and feelings and not only have people read it, but also not judge you for it. Mostly because no one knows who I am. You can try to figure it out. And if you know me, you might be able to figure it out even faster. I just need the reassurance someone out there is listening.

If This Were a Movie, We'd Still Be Friends

I wish this were about a boy.

It isn't.

I miss you. You were my best friend. You still are.

I take back everything if it would mean we could be friends again. Because you were my everything.