first off, never ever doubt what you believe in. there are two kinds of bravery:
one kind shown in those who have blind faith, and that shown in those who have none at all. i think that it's dangerous to have no concept formed of an afterlife, so to speak. i also think it's dangerous to expound on your faith. it's important to persist when trying to talk about it, but you should try to talk at a p[oint in time where they'll listen.
second, this isn't really pertaining to much, but like some of us have said in this place, i, too, know the feeling of depression. frankly, it stinks. big time. in middle school, i was one of the most teased and made fun of kids in the city. i swear, i would cry almost every day. my mom got counseling for me, it was so bad. *rolls eyes* i never hurt myself physically, but i admit i entertained the thought. for three years, i suffered, convinced high school would be better than this. anything would be. (high school is way better than middle school) anyways, my life was a living h-e-double-hockeysticks, if you know what i mean. i never cussed (i find that quite lame, cussing) in school, even when i wanted to. luckily, in seventh grade, i found an outlet: writing. poetry, short stories, long stories (i'm on page 279 in my series books [i number them together as one book as well as seperately] and am on 119 in the specific one im working on), excerpts... anything. even songs, a little bit. good thing i discovered my passion for writing, or i might not be talking to you all.
third, schools are trying to make us conform. DOWN WITH CONFORMITY!!! I find it stupid. they've banned unnatural hair color and dog collars, as well as wallet chains of all things! puh-leeze. people are scared of an uprising of individualists. wise up, folks, that's not going to happen.
on another topic, i tend to sound cynical sometimes, and it's because of my middle school life. unless you know me or are in my creative writing class, i am very shy. but here, it's easy because i don't see you. i blame it on middle school, because, before, even though i was shy, i was open to my classes.
also, my writings on abuse and young champions are all too real for many people. in a sense, it's the downfall of future scientists or doctors or teachers, or even presidents. how many authors, like Dave Pelzer, author of The Child Called It series, write about their painful childhood or what inspired them to write? I can count them on two hands. Given those hands would have to be polydactyl (six fingered), but that's beside the point. there aren't that many.
finally, i am a normal teenage girl with normal ideas. but, what exactly is normal? I learn differently than other kids, but yet somehow i managed to pull of mostly Bs this grade period. I got an F in Biology. anyways, abnormalcy is the norm, as I like to say.
As i come to a close, think about this: How many girls like me will you meet in a lifetime? one? two? we are individuals, no matter what the people in charge say. I am the only one like me, and each one of you is the only one exactly like you. physically, we may be gangly or heavyset, tall or short, peach or brown (or anywhere in between), blond or brunette, but no matter what we will always be unique. so what if you have an identical twin? i'll bet he or she doesn't like the same foods as you. who cares about physical appearance? it's the personalities we show that make us appealing. some of the prettiest girls on tv are worthless rats, yet that quiet boy or girl in the back of class could be the most interesting person on earth, if you would just go say hi. so think about this as you live your lives, and remember:
you are you, and i am me. we are our own, so let it be.
okay, time for bed. hope you like this!
Edited by Horatio, 07 November 2004 - 09:37 AM.