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.
Yup.
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.
:)
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PROM NOM NOM NOM
Date? Check.
Dress? Check.
Shoes? Check.
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.
Sigh…
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.
"Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don’t worry…I’m here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here."
— Charlie Brown (via quotestisall)
# 057.
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.
