I feel like my entire life is falling apart.
Depressing, I know. But it's the truth.
I can't even look at certain pictures anymore without wanting to cry.
I feel like there are only about five people I can ALWAYS count on. Don't get me wrong, I love having those people that I know will always be there for me. Those people know who they are...at least, I hope they do.
But then there are the people who SAY they'll always be here for me...but I just don't believe them anymore. And THAT is a crappy feeling.
Everything in my life has changed. I know change is bound to happen sooner or later, but when everything changes at once, it's kind of hard to deal with.
Lately, I've been feeling like I've completely lost my way; like I'm starting to not know who I am anymore.
It's like I'm just sitting around, watching the world go by and watching good things happen to other people.
While this may seem like a depressing blog (which I guess it is so far), I can tell you one thing:
It isn't.
Because I'm done sitting around. It's time I started living my life the way I want to live it.
I'm done letting other people tell me how to live my life.
I'm done trying to satisfy other people.
I'm done trying to keep my feelings to myself.
So to all the people who have ever made me feel almost heartbroken...
To all the people who have ever made me feel like falling apart and giving up...
To all the people who simply don't give me enough credit...
To all the people who have ever had even one negative thought or thing to say about me...
I'm going to prove you wrong.
And I'm going to show you just how smart I am.
I'm going to show you that karma, no matter how long it takes, really is a you know what.
And to all the people who haven't given up on me...
To all the people who have believed that I can do great things...
To all the people who haven't hated me for things that are beyond my control...
To all the people who care enough to break down the walls I build...
To all the people who love me for who I am, mistakes and all...
Thank you.
You are the ones who keep me going every day.
I've gotta pick myself up, where do I start? 'Cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart.
I know who I can turn to. I know who is always there for me.
Don't think I don't know when people talk crap about me behind my back.
I'm a heck of a lot smarter than you all think I am.
Street smarts go a long way these days.
I'll prove that in time ;]
And you know what the funniest part of it all is?
It's those people who treat me like crap who make me want to work that much harder.
So, I've decided not to give up on myself just yet.
If you care for me at all, you'll do the same.
PEACE, LOVE, AND COCOAPUFFS
<3
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
I need a little motivation...
Nothing at all is motivating me to finish two of the classes I so desperately need to finish.
I'd way rather do my other classes, but I know I can't do them until I get these two over with.
The worst of the two? Algebra 2.
I hate it.
And not even the fact that if I finish that class along with Fine Art (which is basically art history) my mom will book our flights to L.A. is motivating me.
I mean really, everyone knows how badly I want to go out to L.A.
And I know if I don't make my mom book the flights soon, it's not going to happen as planned.
So I NEED to finish.
I just can't seem to.
So here's what I'm going to try to do. Key word: TRY.
I'm going to try to finish both of those classes by the time my mom gets home on Sunday. Then for a little extra oomph (I love that word) to guarantee that she'll book our flights, I'll try to finish a test for Psychology and do a few experiments for Bio Lab.
The chances of the extra stuff actually getting done are slim to none, but hey, it's worth a shot.
It sucks though, because I just can't seem to motivate myself to get going on it.
It's not that it's that hard, because it's not.
I don't really know WHAT it is that's keeping me from starting.
I just can't seem to start.
Maybe it's the fact that I have about 23984720384 thoughts running through my head so I can't focus at all.
Try focusing when you feel like your head is spinning like a tornado...it's not so easy.
And it also doesn't help that it's about 4:30 a.m. which means I probably won't wake up until really late tomorrow.
And I hate doing work at night because I'd way rather just chill and talk to people.
RAWR.
Algebra 2.
You are the death of me.
PEACE, LOVE, AND COCOAPUFFS
<3
mm
I'd way rather do my other classes, but I know I can't do them until I get these two over with.
The worst of the two? Algebra 2.
I hate it.
And not even the fact that if I finish that class along with Fine Art (which is basically art history) my mom will book our flights to L.A. is motivating me.
I mean really, everyone knows how badly I want to go out to L.A.
And I know if I don't make my mom book the flights soon, it's not going to happen as planned.
So I NEED to finish.
I just can't seem to.
So here's what I'm going to try to do. Key word: TRY.
I'm going to try to finish both of those classes by the time my mom gets home on Sunday. Then for a little extra oomph (I love that word) to guarantee that she'll book our flights, I'll try to finish a test for Psychology and do a few experiments for Bio Lab.
The chances of the extra stuff actually getting done are slim to none, but hey, it's worth a shot.
It sucks though, because I just can't seem to motivate myself to get going on it.
It's not that it's that hard, because it's not.
I don't really know WHAT it is that's keeping me from starting.
I just can't seem to start.
Maybe it's the fact that I have about 23984720384 thoughts running through my head so I can't focus at all.
Try focusing when you feel like your head is spinning like a tornado...it's not so easy.
And it also doesn't help that it's about 4:30 a.m. which means I probably won't wake up until really late tomorrow.
And I hate doing work at night because I'd way rather just chill and talk to people.
RAWR.
Algebra 2.
You are the death of me.
PEACE, LOVE, AND COCOAPUFFS
<3
mm
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
The Barron Blog
No, not barren, BARRON! As in Morgan Leigh Barron. As in the topic of this blog.
She is the only person who will ever have an entire blog dedicated to her, so everyone should be extremely jealous.
So her name is Morgan Leigh Barron, but you all probably know her as MoGo. She’s pretty much my best friend in the entire world and she dominates at all things in this thing we call ‘life.’ She is the only person I know who would put a live chick on her head. She is a pro raver, and always knows what I’m talking about when I say, “Who’s gonna sleep in the middle?!” We have a gay friend at Metropark in Atlanta who absolutely adores his little red jacket from the women’s section. She lacks a natural tan, but that means she would have been rich in the old days (so would I!). She can rock a spray tan better and more naturally than anyone I’ve ever met. She travels all over the country all the time, just like me. Oh wait, that’s because a lot of the time, she IS with me! She is the master of April Fools, so if she didn’t get you this year, watch your back next year! Sometimes she sneezes, resulting in her inhaling a magnetic nose ring and pulling it out of her mouth. Only half of it was removed, however. The back of it was never to be seen again. Also, don’t bother asking her where the Hampton Inn is, she’ll interrupt you before you even finish saying ‘Hampton’ so she can scream ‘NO!’ We have the ability to talk with our eyes, which really bugs a few people, one in particular. We love the following things: Magnolia Cupcakes, The Gramercy Park Hotel, polka dotted walls, hotel fitness centers, raves, and lots of other stuff. She was the original four-letter-nickname-er, and as far as I can remember, I was the second. Then came CoKo, PoGo, NoGo, YoGo, BoGo, DoGo, ToGo, and JoPo. Chances are, she’s a million times cooler than you’ll ever be, but she doesn’t add creepers on her Myspace. So don’t be a creeper and maybe you’ll be lucky enough to actually talk to her! I think that’s all I’m going to tell you about Morgan Leigh Barron, because if I tell you anything else, you’ll either know enough to stalk her, or you’ll try to become her bestest friend and I’ll never be able to speak to her again.
In Morgan’s honor:::
ROCK OFF, RAVE ON
<3
mm
She is the only person who will ever have an entire blog dedicated to her, so everyone should be extremely jealous.
So her name is Morgan Leigh Barron, but you all probably know her as MoGo. She’s pretty much my best friend in the entire world and she dominates at all things in this thing we call ‘life.’ She is the only person I know who would put a live chick on her head. She is a pro raver, and always knows what I’m talking about when I say, “Who’s gonna sleep in the middle?!” We have a gay friend at Metropark in Atlanta who absolutely adores his little red jacket from the women’s section. She lacks a natural tan, but that means she would have been rich in the old days (so would I!). She can rock a spray tan better and more naturally than anyone I’ve ever met. She travels all over the country all the time, just like me. Oh wait, that’s because a lot of the time, she IS with me! She is the master of April Fools, so if she didn’t get you this year, watch your back next year! Sometimes she sneezes, resulting in her inhaling a magnetic nose ring and pulling it out of her mouth. Only half of it was removed, however. The back of it was never to be seen again. Also, don’t bother asking her where the Hampton Inn is, she’ll interrupt you before you even finish saying ‘Hampton’ so she can scream ‘NO!’ We have the ability to talk with our eyes, which really bugs a few people, one in particular. We love the following things: Magnolia Cupcakes, The Gramercy Park Hotel, polka dotted walls, hotel fitness centers, raves, and lots of other stuff. She was the original four-letter-nickname-er, and as far as I can remember, I was the second. Then came CoKo, PoGo, NoGo, YoGo, BoGo, DoGo, ToGo, and JoPo. Chances are, she’s a million times cooler than you’ll ever be, but she doesn’t add creepers on her Myspace. So don’t be a creeper and maybe you’ll be lucky enough to actually talk to her! I think that’s all I’m going to tell you about Morgan Leigh Barron, because if I tell you anything else, you’ll either know enough to stalk her, or you’ll try to become her bestest friend and I’ll never be able to speak to her again.
In Morgan’s honor:::
ROCK OFF, RAVE ON
<3
mm
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