BRICOLEUR

So (chill, its not the end), here we all are at the end of another year. A not-so-great-year. 2016 wasn't really everyone's favorite. So we're all doing the same two things: 1. Either taking numerous resolutions, big or small, and saying how 2017 is going to be the wayyy better 2. Not taking any resolutions, knowing you won't stick to it and will soon give up. You're just saying this isn't your time. Well, well, well...I do not have anything catchy to say...uhhh, here we all are..?!! Okay the point is, we haven't been doing a really great job with the blog. All of us hit some lows and gave up on lots of things, waiting for the tide to turn over, and nothing has been really inspiring enough. I don't know whether I can we've tried. We were struggling. And it became harder to hold on to everything we represented, including this blog.  Well, we're hoping we could turn it around, starting 2017. And that's ironic because I came to a concl...

Im sure we've all gone through this feeling of extreme sadness where you feel like you're never ever going to get better again and the world begins to get smaller by the second and your significance seems to vanish. and then you do the terrible mistake of venting to someone you know  isnt going to make you feel better. and they give you the old "other people have it worse" dialogue. I think that's the shittiest thing to say to anyone including yourself.  Fine. I admit it. Half the time my conscience keeps saying that but it seems pretty stupid when you think about it. Saying other people have it worse is like saying you dont deserve to be happy about the small things you have because other people have it far better. ~ The Stories Untold Pt.2

So I realized that everyone who makes it big has a tragic back story. They've been neglected by their parents or lost someone who made the sun shine a little brighter in their lives or lived through some heart-wrenching-fatal-but-not-really disease.  But then there's me. My life has been pretty average and my parents have loved me and supported me throughout. Sure its not been a walk in the park but whatever has happened has probably happened to any other person. Its nothing special or unique. And that's when I found myself longing for a dreadful past that I'd be able  to tell one day in one of those interviews that all the so-called important people are questioned on. I just find something really intriguing about the way knowing what happened before the lime-light hit changes your entire perspective of the person.  So what if I never have that interesting personality for people to look at and be like wow-she's-lived-through-it-all. What if... ~ The ...

A Short Story... You looked at me with those deep brown eyes for the seventh time that night...but it wasn't passion, it was more of a painful nervousness. My eyes asked you if everything was okay but you looked away. I searched for your legs from under the table but you had tucked them inside your chair. Communication wasn't really an option with our families around so I had no other choice other than sleeping on it until the next day. "Is it me?", I asked almost innocently. You gazed into my eyes for almost a minute before you bent down to kiss me. It felt like you were longing to hold me but something held you back. It was the first time that day that I noticed the tears in your eyes. Your hands were trembling. You wanted to say something but couldn't bring yourself to do so. "write it down.", I whispered softly. You shook your head. "Wanna walk?", you asked. We walked twenty minutes into the woods until you finally spoke up. "I...

Isn't it crazy how things can fall apart so fast? So fast that you hardly notice till everything's actually gone. And all that's left is you- and your empty thoughts. My life can't be described as a series of unfortunate events but everything has its ups and downs, right? Since the 5th grade, I lost my best friend one after the other every single year. Each year I'd make a new one and precisely the next year they'd move away. It continued on and on. Till 8th grade when I met this amazing girl. At first, I hesitated. I mean how many times can a person go through the same thing? once. twice. Maybe thrice. but a fourth time? It's not the most likely thing to happen. Before we knew it we were closer than anything. And even sooner than that. She left. It happened. Yet again. I lost the one person I'd been living off of. Thinking back, I'd say that we never seem to look forward. At what happens later. We're all so caught up in "now" that no...

So after re-reading the last 2 blog posts I realized I sound like a complete know it all? LOL. Who am I kidding? I might just be the most messed up person alive. And that's not even an exaggeration. This blog is something I created to stash my thoughts and ideas because it just seemed so much more useful than a journal -because writing to yourself may not be the most exciting thing after a while whereas writing to a number of people just keeps you guessing and somewhat curious about everyone else's opinion and whether or not people agree. So I've decided to write something more people can relate too. And having someone tell you that they can relate to something you've said is just the most satisfying feeling in THE WORLD. Know what I mean? Lately, I've been thinking to allot about the TYPICAL GIRL. I mean the ones we come across often and are thought of to be perfect. So what IS a typical girl? Well, I think its something society has just created and somethi...