i feel like i am numb, nothing inside, just going along with the days as they pass by. i do not think, i am careless, I’m all washed up and away. life is nothing but a big pattern made up of other small intricate ones ,or a simple song made up of other small beats and notes. its not a sad, or an eccentric one, but plain, simple, and boring. i think its better this way. each day has its own story, but i forget it as soon as it passes. nothing seems worth remembering, few can attract my attention, a simple beat, just rolling along.
“I don’t know why we all hang on to something we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t even really have. Some of us say we’d rather have that something than absolutely nothing, but the truth is to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all. - Unknown”—unknown
im going to start recording dreams now. today, during geometry class i fell asleep for about 5 minutes but it felt like an eternity. my dream was about graduation day, and i was crying. i was hugging girls and guys that i didnt even know very much, i was so sad and i was watching myself from a 3rd person point of view. i didnt understand why i was crying so much till it finally hit me. The next time i would be in a classroom would be in college, where i would not know anyone at all who would be in my class, i would never see the people i grew up with since elementary school, and that scared me. that made me sad, the people ive seen change and grow, good or bad, i’ve gotten used to them. we are the class of 2015, i thought of us as one, because some of these people ive been with, are from elementary and all the way to high scool. when i woke up i thought i was crying, and i immediatly checked my make up. luckily i didnt cry but it left me feeling sad the whole day, just 3 more years till its all over.
“If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”—Cornelia Funke
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”—Lemony Snicket