I don’t get the whole ordeal with the next generation growing up too fast, I remember being like them too, but life is way different and way harder know that I’m a teenager. I remember when my biggest concern was a scraped knee not how I looked. I remember playing with the girls on the block, I remember the sleepovers, play sessions. I remember that magical time of not really caring because I didn’t know the world as much as I know now, I didn’t know bullying, I didn’t know cruelty. I didn’t know the bad side of humanity. Given this, I think everyone should try to enjoy that “not caring” phase, try to not grow up so fast, life’s good, just don’t rush it.
I got all As and I am a good student, but I have no idea what I want to be and it’s scaring me because the time’s going too fast. I am already turning 15 next month. Growing up just sucks. I want to go back to the times where the butterflies were out free in the air, not in my tummy. When the only thing I thought about was playing outside, not all this boy craze. *sigh*
“What Do I Do Now?” “Who Am I?”
Not feeling good,
I am concerned.
Am I going to have a good future?
Where is my family?
Thinking about tomorrow,
It seems gray.
How am I going to live?
The kid beside me is looking bored
But my mind is busy.
Who am I?
Just another person on this planet.
Can someone care about me?
Oh life, you are not fair at all!
because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
Sometimes I feel like taking off and break free,
as a bird,
as a bird that flies in the blue sky
feeling the heat of sun
wishing it would never end,
seeing other birds,
You might fall in love with me
but you have to be careful if you do
I only fly away…
I don’t live there anymore.
She is a brown-eyed brunette. She loves to go to the movies and hang out with her best friend, Mariana. She is really good at ice skating and she gets really mad because she is not good at swimming. She is demanding, she likes to feel safe, she is really quiet and she makes friends pretty easy. She hates people who think that are better than the others. She hates when people just hang out with their “crowd”. She likes honesty and friendship. People like her because she always tries her best. Some people don’t like her because they think she is a perfectionist. Her parents get annoyed because she gets obsessed with famous people.
One day she was at the movies, watching a new release. She was waiting for the right moment, she thought she had found it so she whispered her biggest secret to her best friend. The next day school was the same but her friend Mariana was weird with her, and they started disputing about her secret. All of the sudden she and her friend were no longer best friends forever.
She went home crying, and wondering if she made a mistake by telling her secret. That night she finished her homework, ate dinner and went to bed. She was disappointed in herself for telling the secret that she didn’t imagine will cause a fight. She cried a lot that night.
The next day at school she was decided to fix things up with Mariana. She found her talking to other people and what she heard her telling them her secret. She was disappointed and embarrassed. Everybody was laughing at her. She asked herself, “Who is she? She is not the same Mariana that I know.”
She tried to figure out what she did wrong. She concluded that sometimes, she was too hard on Mariana because she wasn’t perfect, which even she wasn’t.
The next day things got a lot worse. There were photos of her all over the lockers with her secret and bad words. She was so mad and was trying to talk to Mariana, and they started arguing and…
“Wake up,” she heard. Her mom was telling her that she was going to be late for school. It was just a bad dream. She knew was going to the movies today with Mariana.
She asked herself, “Should I tell her my secret now?”
That’s the truth
I don’t think you think of me as often as I do about you,
I don’t even know if you think of me.
Be my everything, I’ll be your nothing.
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll know why I do things the things I do, go for what I have been through, then you’ll understand why I react the way I do, be me for a while and then you can judge.
The BoyDo I look tired?
Believe it, I am.
Life hasn’t treated me right.
I am tired of having to work.
But, what can I do?
In my eyes you can see the desperation.
In my eyes you can see the call of help.
In my eyes you can see the sadness.
My hat reflects my obligation to do my duties.
Behind me I see a world that I want to change.
My face reflects everything that I am going through.
My skin reflects all the hard work that I have to do.
Life isn’t fair.
People are around me telling me what to do.
I wish life was different, but that is just a wish.
This new year, if you like someone tell them. You don’t know if they like you back, if they don’t at least you know where you stand. Tell them before someone else does. Be brave enough to tell them or be brave enough to watch them love somebody else.
If I could buy one thing,
it wouldn’t be a perfect house;
it wouldn’t be any material thing
If I could buy one thing
it would be your eternal love.
It would be like Romeo and Juliet’s.
It would be most sincere, forgiving, patient love.
It would be the most beautiful feeling, the purest.
But I am only daydreaming.
You cannot buy feelings.
If money could buy happiness,
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