It’s funny how some people look at their reflections in mirrors.
Only to smash their hand in it five seconds later; mad at what stares back at them.
I broke up with Jeff.
He’s fucking mopy now.
At least to me he is..
Then he asked what song we danced to at the dance..
((it was Perfect by SP))
If he tries to get me back he’s in for a rude awakening..
Sorry; it’s the truth.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll wake up in the morning. It scares me. I only have five years left, living with my dad.
Then I’ll be 18.
Wondering if I’ll wake up in the morning will be an even bigger concern then.
It’s scary growing up. You don’t know if you’ll make it past say..10..or even 17. You could easily make a mistake a sploosh, you’re dead.
Scary.
All my life I’ve lived knowing I was going to BE something. I KNOW I’m going to be something. It’s a refreshing thought.
But when I have an ex..who when we dated was scarily obbessed with me..
Life is even scarier.
Granted; I doubt he’ll do something at 13..
But when he gets older, I can’t KNOW if he won’t come after me.
and if I actually am in a band or if I really AM a famous writer..
Finding me won’t be hard…
Sometimes you can’t wait to grow up..other times you want time to stop; to stand still so you can bask in the youngness of youth.
Some people can’t wait to die.
Others are afraid of death..
I’m both..I wanna know what happens when you die yet..
Dieing is such a scary thought. You’re leaving behind so many people..you don’t know what’s gonna happen. And..and, when the earth is destroyed or whatever..your body is STILL gonna be buried..
You’ll just…disapear..
People don’t care enough anymore..
They’re more concerned about THEIR needs and what THEY want.
Don’t get me wrong; I can be concieted when I want to be..
..but…at the same time..
People are caring less and less..
They don’t CARE what Bush is doing. They only CARE about the fact nothing is happening to THEM DIRECTLY, yet.
They never care unless it hurts them directly.
Then we care.
Then we cry.
Then we scream out in pain and ask “WHY?! WHY THE FUCK?”
Point of this whole weird post: I’m scared. I’m scared of so many things..
None of which I can really change..
and the fact I can’t is scary as well..
Maybe I wrote all this because I’m almost a teenager..
Who knows…
Oh well…
<3 Sara.
