Bizarre.

I read somewhere the other day, I think it was a facebook group.
It was along the lines of "You will always love them, or you never did"
Meaning, if you were once in love, you will always be in love with that person,
or you never actually did love them.
How is it, that you fall out of love with someone.

I'm in love with a fond memory of someone, is that wrong?
Seeming as I've moved on, and somehow found myself over a year later
feeling what I once felt. Although the person has changed, I doubt I'd love them now.

I hate pondering on these thoughts.
My background story kills me.

Piss it.

I find it bizarre, how I go back and forth with things I stop and start.
I think I have restarted this blog a few times, but seem to drift.
Now I wont, the blog will be my escape of year 12 and life.
So will my other blog, which is in relation to my year drama class of costuming.

You always wonder who the shit reads these, like you know you don't want to show
your friends, boyfriends, family and peers as they think you're delusional.

"Who is to say what is proper?"
- Alice in Wonderland

I wish..

What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere. Like, your life just figured out how to get good. Like, that second.



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Hello, world.

I delete old posts that never had any initial meaning,
or purpose that took place in my life.

I could start of to say "what exactly is a blog?" or what I think of them.
It's all too cliche and a familiar tune to me.
Not saying I want to be like some 'different' person who some
how thinks they're better then all of that.
I just want something different, in my own little place.

To those who know me, or have knowledge of what I'm really like
then you would really know I'm not the one to act this way.
For those who don't know me, I'm just grasping for something
to keep as my own - to have my own voice.

I've been through all the stupid phases a teenager goes through,
the one where you say you're somehow 'unique' or 'different' which
now repulses me, because we know we're all in some way the same...
I've been in love, have hurt someone, had my heart crushed...
Have had people talk, talked about someone else, felt alone
that's what we go through in that time span of somewhat seven years,
we know we're the same.

I've rambled on with my thoughts and opinions,
which in most cases no one would really care.
I'd just like to think back on this historical moment of my life,
to read back on this and think yet again why do I go along with this.


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