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Silent Blogs

They sit there

empty

waiting

waiting for what?

For words to cross their screen

For words to mean something again

But they just sit there

abandoned

not even with a goodbye

their writer just left

in the middle of

 

 

Nothing at All

vinnylanni

Credit: Credit: mathilde henriks

If you’re a racist, shed me of my color.
Sexist, go take my gender.
Perfectionist, strip away my flaws.

I’m left with an empty heart,
lifeless body, and nothing,

nothing at all.

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The Beauty of People

I find two things very funny about beauty
1. Different cultures have different ideals of what beauty is and those ideals change over time.
2. Anyone can make themselves look “beautiful” with makeup and surgery, so how do using those means to “improve” yourself do anything but make you less special? Why do you want to be beautiful? So that people will like you? If that’s what makes them like you, they aren’t worth your time. To be confident? If you can’t be confident as yourself, how can you be confident as someone else?

You know it’s funny, sometimes I look in the mirror and think that I am hideous. I wonder how people could ever care for someone as hideous as me, but they do. Then I remember that I don’t notice my friend’s uncontrollable hair anymore, nor my friend’s cleft lip. These are things that whenever I mention to someone else, that doesn’t know my friend, they use to define my friend. Funny isn’t it that I no longer notice? So really, what do looks matter if there are people who care about you that can’t even see them. The only one who sees your “faults” is you, everyone else should only see a person. I think sometimes we forget that, that others are people too.*

*To clarify what I am saying here is that everyone has flaws and most of the time they can be understanding of other people’s flaws because they are flawed as well. Thus, others don’t notice flaws, they only see the person. Except a few people, who you really don’t want to hang out with anyways because he/she thinks that he/she is better than everyone else.

This post was inspired by https://thewhisperedwords.wordpress.com/2015/09/25/am-i-beautiful-yet-society/ and I highly encourage you to read this post.

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GPA

I must say that I am now haunted by my gpa and by what it will mean for my future. I have done the math, the research, and realized that this isn’t my perfect world. My gpa cannot rise high enough to get me into my first choice school. I feel defeated by this. I wanted to go to this school because of its location and history, there really wasn’t another reason. For what I want to do local college will suit my needs just as well, if not better. In fact, all things concerned this local school would be the best decision. That being said, I could coast through high school not worrying about my gpa as much. With my grades the school will accept me. My mother is mad by my choice to not spend every waking moment studying so I will get better grades that in the long run won’t matter. I don’t see the point in forcing myself to do something for no reason other than pride. I shouldn’t be concerned about my gpa anymore, I should feel free. Instead, I feel like someone just told me Santa doesn’t exist and I can’t reach my dreams. I feel defeated, I still want that gpa that is impossible for me to get, even though I know it won’t matter.
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”- The Great Gatsby

A Bit About Me and My Blog

I am a teenage girl who plays the cello, writes, can’t spell, loves art, and I am a bit crazy. I made this blog to find myself away from the opinion of society telling me who I should be. This blog will have some of my writings, thoughts, and my life. Feel free to kindly voice your opinion on anything. If you want to talk to me you can email thegirlyouneversee@gmail.com, I may not respond right away because this isn’t my main email. Write me about anything, I know sometimes I just want to talk to a blogger about whatever, so feel free to talk to me.

Thanks for looking at my blog!

Unfinished Thoughts

These are thoughts that I had today. There isn’t enough to write about each one by themselves.

1. Seriously? You said this quiz would be easy, it’s fill in the blank with no word bank, if I didn’t have experience in this I would be totally lost.

2. Notes! Notes! Where did they go? Nargles!

3. Can you walk? I know it’s hard but I would like to get to class before the bell. MOVE IT!

4. Fractions as exponents, because I’m not paranoid the world really is out to get me

5. I really like math, as long as I only have to do one problem.

6. Why is the other class, which is supposed to be the same class, doing easier work? Can I transfer back to that class? I have no idea what is going on here. This is really unfair they get the same credit and less work.

7. How can a teacher force me to sell things… Is this not illegal?

8. How can a teacher force me to pay money to enter a contest I don’t want to enter?

9. I feel like this should be a list of ten

10. People! Must hide blog

New Years

I had some spare time and was reading some blogs I like when this came up.  http://sundaysbreeze.wordpress.com/2015/01/04/new-year-new-health/  It really spoke to me,  sometimes I need to relax a bit and not be too hard on myself, though sometimes I need to be harder. I wasn’t going to post for the new year because I don’t really have any resolutions, I want things to work out as they will and I like being myself. I feel that this post needs to be read and hope that you do so.

Happy New Year! 🙂

Who am I?

Who am I? is a question teenagers are supposed to ask, but is there any real answer to it? We are supposed to go through a rebellious phase and a phase of phases(by that I mean we are supposed to try wearing contacts instead of glasses or wear a new style of clothing or get a hair cut, something different, and we try different things again and again to see what sticks or what we like) But how do you measure who a person is? How do you explain who they are? Do people not change based on the situation, do people not grow? And what becomes of the person we were? I can see a difference in my life-different traits that took over, but I still have all those traits-i haven’t really changed, the situation is what has changed and I have adapted to it. So the truth is the only way to know who you are is to know that you can’t, who you are can’t be measured or quantified, you’re you and that’s really all that matters.

Beauty

Soft pink shades

she brushes on her cheeks

Black liquid is combed

onto her lashes

A sparkly smile

is painted on her lips

Beautiful,  she thinks

as she sees the mirror’s reflection

Beautiful they think

when they see her

but without the caking of paints

onto her skin

would they see her beauty?

the beauty underneath,

the mask of the world’s expectations?

Time

Everything is going so fast, yet every second seems to take forever. I keep wanting to fast forward to a time where I don’t have to do all this work, a time where I am not stressing about my next AP class test. At the same time I am so scared of the future. What college should I go to? What do I do after college? Where will I work? Where will I live? It has been a year since I first started this blog a year ago, wow, it seems like forever ago. I keep thinking of how much I have changed, everything I have learned and I feel like I’ve lost myself…somehow. I don’t know how to explain it. The person I am now isn’t who I thought I would be, that’s fine, I am happy with who I am now. But I feel so disconnected from my younger self, who was I back then, certainly not the same person I am now, this upsets me. I feel like I’ve lost who I am, but the truth is I am just changing, growing up, and  seeing the world more realistically. I miss not having to worry about things and being able to relax, now I find myself asking what the point is good grades in high school lead to college good grades in college lead to work and work leads to retirement at which point I have no energy to do the things I want to, I know this is a very negative way of looking at it and things aren’t so absolute but it feels like that. It feels like I am never going to be able to go back to being me, without being worried about how I fit in with the world. The new me is worried and takes the world into account. I wish that I could go back to that little girl who was ready to take on the world. I wish people’s opinions didn’t matter to me and that the world couldn’t stop me from accomplishing my dreams, but the truth is it can.