I often use songs to inspire my diary entries, so why not use them to inspire the words of my blog. For one, I am doing this because I need a schlarship to college. Even though it will be small, anything is better then nothing. However, I will not use this blog to impress anyone. I will not use big words or topics that sound smart. I may not use complete sentences even though I will try, and I can't gurantee that I will even spell everything correctly. I type fast and get into what I am writing.
Time won't let me go? What does that all mean Bravery? I believe time spoils us as people. Slowly time will take away all of our dreams and make use old and fat. Time will show me that I don't know anything all all, and everything that I think is important, really isn't at all. Time won't me go, and I am only 18.
Just in case anyone reads this, I must tell a little about myself. I am a female and I am 18 years old. I suffer from chronic insecurity, and a new disease called senioritis. Doctors say the only cure is graduation. I go to a parochial school which reminds me of the last class that I had before this vacation. It goes perfect with Time.
The teacher asked the class how we think we will feel on the day of graduation. I said I will be relieved and will not care about anything. I won't. Everyone else said they would be sad and blah blah blah. People were starting to tear up just talking about graduation. I was sitting there thinking "ladies please". Do you really think people come into your lives to stay? No they don't. I am not going to miss a single thing about high school. I am happy to move on with all the things that I have learned so far. I am faking it. I am stuck in a role that I can't get out of. I want to wake up and feel free. I want to offer the people in college the real me.
Anyways, they were all crying and I sat there shaking my head. People leave us. People die, people go to other schools, people out grow us, people move on, and I am not going to cry about that. I know I may seem hard but I am. When I was in the third grade, I had a group of friends. We said no matter what happens we will always be friends and we promised to always keep in touch. I was so little back then that I believed this. By the fourth grade at a different school, I wondered where were my best friends now? I have no idea if they are dead or alive today. The point is, that I learned at a very young age that people leave us, so that we can be better people who are smarter and nicer. Ladies stop crying and grow up
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You're on a computer, spell check is available. Even I spell check my posts, comment, etc. before I post and leave them. Sometimes, I post, re-read, edit, re-read, post, edit, read, post, spell check, and then finally, publish my blog. It helps to spell correctly as if you suck at spelling, most users will overlook your posts, as you can see by the grand number (6) reads that you've got on your post.
And yes, I am always this big of an asshole.
Nicholas Aden
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You're right. I am also suffering from senioritis so I understand you completely. I remember crying when I graduated from my elementary school because I had been there since kindergarten and was always surrounded by the same people. After all those years I only remain close to 2 of the girls I graduated with. One of them I didn't even talk to until freshman year of high school. Now, I too am ready to move on. World hear I come. I can't wait to start college and I absolutely know what you mean about being free. I am sick of having lunch when its time at school, or changing classes when the bell rings. How about I eat when I'm hungry? Not when the people at my high school tell me its time.