Today, I realized that I have become so effective at hiding the fact that I am stressed that even I myself do not realize I am stressed until someone asks me what is going on in my life.
While I was talking to her, I noticed that my voice sounded like I was almost about to cry. Fortunately I was able to hold back my tears.
Anonymous asked: Who's your best friend and what is s/he like?
Kevin is my best friend. He is like… a large mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon on top on a bitter and chilly winter day, only better.
Prom group? Check.
NOW I JUST HAVE TO PRACTICE WALKING IN HEELS, AND I AM ALL SET. :D
So today in Academic Decathlon, I started to talk about how difficult middle school was mentally, socially, and psychologically… when I realized that I couldn’t do it.
I just couldn’t stop thinking about how there are so many students out there who had it worse than I did, and how I would sound like a complete b!+(# as well as a weak individual if I did tell them what I been through.
But it’s a part of me that I really need to share with just one person outside of my family. I just want at least one person to know that I am not the type of individual that everyone thinks I am: always happy, always laughing, carefree, etc.
And I would like to explain all the details, without the fear of crying in front of him or her, without the fear of breaking eye-contact, and without the fear of losing confidentiality.
— Charlie Brown (via quotestisall)
There is only one condition if you would like to be my friend: You must appreciate my admiration for puns as well as my bad dancing and singing.