It is so ironic that English is not only my best, but also my favorite subject, because I’m just so fucking Godawful when it comes to talking to people.
I do this stupid thing where I say “like” every other damn syllable and sometimes I stutter and sometimes I pause for five minutes or hours or something just because I can’t think of the right word. Sometimes, if I happen to be especially nervous, I even have a lisp. like, what the fuck? who gets a lisp when they’re nervous? (& on top of that- who put an S in the word lisp?!)
Related, math is my least favorite and also my worst subject, but I can solve problems like nobody’s business. I just really don’t know when logarithms or the quadratic formula are ever going to come into play when I enter the distinct, profound, oh-so-important field of absolutely ANYTHING that has absolutely NOTHING to do with math.
probably law, maybe psychology or something, I don’t know, just some shit where I never have to cross multiply to find X. Let me defend your psychotic animosity towards your ex-wife or prescribe you pills to pop to make your “anxiety attacks” (right) go away. whatever. just don’t make me find the value of a letter within a polygon because that’s retarded and I’m pretty sure all of the self-proclaimed mathemiticians died off in the stone ages or committed suicide or something so obviously they’re not that important and just LET ME BE.
I’m good at English, bad at math, good at tennis, bad at staying away from dessert, really good at falling in love, and really, really bad at falling out of it..
no no it is absolutely an awful thing for me to have given off the vibe that I’ve “never really liked you” or that I was never too nice. that is terrible and I really truly am sorry and I hope if we’ve seen each other as of recent I’ve been a little bit better seeing as I do believe I’ve done some growing up this summer. I’m so, honestly sorry. seriously.
oh my god no this is awful, i am awful. i’m so sorry
a heavy, dry-heaving hour long sob sesh is always a nice stress reliever. senior year, go fuck yourself.
in the wise words of thebrotherswinchester: I’m only seventeen, how am I supposed to figure out my entire sexuality after only being capable of sexual desire for 5 years?
do you even realize how restricting of a box that is?
it’s like WOW OKAY HI YOU’RE A HUMAN HERE ARE SEVEN BILLION OTHER HUMANS AND OUT OF THOSE SEVEN BILLION OTHER HUMANS YOU ARE ONLY ALLOWED TO WANT A VERY SPECIFIC SELECTION OF THEM EVEN THOUGH SO MANY OF THEM ARE POETS AND WRITERS AND ARTISTS AND THEY THINK AND DREAM AND FEEL SUCH BEAUTIFUL AND FASCINATING THINGS AND THEY ALL HAVE THOSE MOMENTS WHERE YOU’RE LYING IN THE DARK LISTENING TO MUSIC AND YOU REALIZE YOUR OWN EXISTENCE
BUT YOU CAN’T WANT SOME OF THOSE PEOPLE
well for one, I think this is a very broad question haha. hm. let me see..
I love life. I enjoy it thoroughly and I think it’s important to count your blessings each and every day, but, that being said, I think it’s also important to realize how well you have it - not in comparison to others, just your virtues alone - and try, to the best of your ability, to aid those less fortunate than you. I’m a firm believer that one person truly can make a difference (so corny, I’m sorry! haha), and I also believe in taking credit for your accomplishments. I think more people need to pay attention to others feelings - I despise mean people. I don’t know how or why they do it but I sincerely believe that wickedness is some sort of sick, twisted, cure-able disease. I dislike judgement. I love acceptance. I think I’m veering away from point of the question…
basically - life is beautiful and wonderful and if everyone could accept others for who they are and view differences as beautiful rather than strange or uncomfortable, the world would honestly be a better place. Read a book, learn history, live healthy, smoke some weed every now and then and pay attention to what you say. The little things truly do mean the most.