kaynichols's blog

Before you read this and go "She's an athiest, she's going to burn in hell", know that I'm not an athiest (Maybe I will burn in hell). I guess if you had to consider me a religion, consider it Agnostic, but I still don't think that's acurate, becaue I believe in a deity who is entirely benevolant.

I used to think that I was special. That I was one of a few teenagers in the world who gave a shit about the direction of America or Canada or Mynamar, and that I was one of the few capable of a thought process outside of "OMQ WUT WUZ BRTINEY WEEARING?!"

 I've quickly discovered that I was wrong.

You can look at someone and usually tell what clique they're in by their clothes. Isn't that silly?

 Silly how you can judge someone's friends by their clothes, but not their personality. You would think it should work that way, shouldn't it? But it doesn't.  

Dearest Boyfriend,

 Oh boy, I love you. I hate how much I love you.

 You know why that is, but I'm going to tell you anyway.

In the twenty minutes that I have been a member of this community, I think I've read more insight on -what intelligent teenagers think- than all the time I might have spent on myspace or facebook or anything like that.

Everyone knows the feeling of walking behind someone, catching their scent, and feeling your heart skip a beat.

 If you don't, I highly encourage you to endure it. There is nothing so delicious.

 There's also nothing so painful, if that person isn't yours.

Why is it that it so hard to say I love you?