I wish I could have a real conversation with you. A conversation where we can relate to each other, laugh or it could be a deep conversation. Lately you’ve been talking about the same thing everyday like the same people and the same stories. Honestly I feel like you need to find something new to talk about because each day I’m slowly starting to lose interest in talking to you.
I think I’m too nice sometimes. Usually I don’t like saying no to people because I get this feeling that they won’t like me so I do whatever they ask me. I try to say no every once and awhile so people won’t take advantage of my kindness.
You light up my life and bring me hope and happiness, you fill my darkness with light, turn my weaknesses into strengths, and you are the only one for me <3
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It’s you, it’s you, you make me sing.
You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.’
- Michael Bublé, Everything
Believe in your own choices, no matter what anyone thinks. A true artist does not define success based on approval from others. A true artist only pleases himself.
You seem to have a lot to say about other people, yet you don’t realize you are also imperfect. We tried to tell you what you were doing was not right, dropping hints and what and all that stuff, but since you didn’t seem to get it our last resort was to tell you straight up. But, instead of listening to us and trying to fix your wrong doing, you blow it off and laugh about it like its nothing. We don’t tell you this stuff to make fun of you. We tell this to you because we want to help you. Its already hard for us to tell you these things, but its even harder when you seem to not care. For once, could you just sit down and listen to what your friends have to say?
I am so upset right now, I just want to scream. My parents are yelling me just because I lost my science book. Their making this small situation into a big deal. My mom said she’s planning to go to the office tomorrow and complain. But I don’t see the point in doing that because their not going to do anything. Its not that much of a big deal, it was an accident. Its not like I meant to lose my book on purpose.
I don’t like talking back to my parents but I just can’t help it. In my mind I tell myself to not talk back, but I just blurt out how I feel and I defend myself when my parents lecture me or yell at me. I’m trying to have more self control and im trying to think before I speak.