Fear.

Fear: a distressing emotion aroused by impending evil, danger or pain, whether the threat is real or imagined.
What do you fear?

Scars.

Scars are interesting things. Each and every one tells a unique story about a fascinating individual. The first scar I ever got, I do not remember. But the story goes that I was sitting in a rocking chair backwards, I rocked to far and the rocking chair fell, I hit my head on the edge of a table and bit all the way through my lip. The faint white line underneath my bottom lip tells the story.
Or the one that happened a few Easters ago. I was outside searching for eggs from the "Easter bunny" with the rest of my siblings. We were re-doing my fathers house at the time, and there were boards laying out in a part of the yard. I got my foot wedged inbetween two of them and I tripped, rolling on top of two rusty nails in the process. I have two disgusting scars on my leg to show for that one.
But what about the scars you can't see with the naked eye? The ones on the inside?

I used to think people cared.
Then I realized I was wrong.

Happily ever after?

Being an in-love high-schooler, I take great offense when older people look down upon me and my relationship.
I love my boyfriend. We've been dating for about half a year, but I've known him for five years and we love each other intensely. Does this necesarially mean we are going to get married? Maybe not, but does that give adults the right to look down upon us? No.
It might just be that little girl in me that dreams of finding her knight in shining armor, the one that wants to find love and get married and live happily ever after like in the fairy-tales, but I like to wish, hope and dream that we stay together forever.
I am well aware that the probability of this is not great, but I've never been one to go along with the mainstream anyway.
Relationships aren't easy. They aren't supposed to be. If you are with someone that you agree with on everything, 100% of the time, you have nothing to work on, nothing to improve on. Your relationship can never get better.
The way I see it, as long as we are willing to work on it, as long as we still love each other, we'll make it. I know we will. Because, despite what other people may thing, our love is stronger than that.

Drama, drama, drama.

Drama doesn't follow me, it rides on my back.
Welcome :) Drama. Where do I start?
Drama is the reason this blog exists. Need a way to vent my feelings, bingo. Blogging. Anoyomously? Who knows. Perhaps.
In the past week, so much drama has engulfed the small-town high-school that I attend. One of my friends pulls a whore-ish stunt, another talks smack about everyone.
Lets start with the whore.
Parties are fun. People want to go. So when Cindy decided that she wanted to go to the party with us, my friends and I were like, okay, whatever. While at this party, which SHE decided to go to, SHE also decided to have a bit to drink and then hop into bed with two different guys she had just met, consecutively. Whore much? As if that wasn't enough, she then felt bad about sleeping with the second guy because she liked the first one, so she went around claiming the second guy had tried to rape her. Me, as well as three of my other friends, heard her say this. Remember that, it'll come in handy later.
So, as I was saying, she was crying rape, rape, rape.
Let me tell you something. This party took place at a house with no doors. No doors equals no privacy, also equals we all SAW what was going on. So at this point, I'm pissed, but whatever. The next morning, we take her home. First thing she does is call her ex-boyfriend who she kinda-but-not-really has a 'thing' with, though he's kinda-sorta dating a different girl, and cries to him, telling him she got raped. So what does she do? She gives him MY phone number so he can call and bitch ME out.
HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE??
Thats right. It doesn't.
But according to him, its all my fault. Ughh. Stupid slut.
So monday at school, and every day since, has been quite interesting, as she sits there and either sulks or cries about it to other people, all the while claiming that she NEVER said rape. Yeah, right. No one believes you sweetie. Get over yourself.
So yeah. Me and my friends have been bitches to her. But you know what? It's her own fault. Little Cindy is full of shit.
And now, she's all like "WAH WAH my life SUCKS because I have no friends because they are all mad at me because I pretended to get raped and then lied about it!"
You walked right in to that one, pumpkin.

Next order of business.
If you are gunna talk shit about someone, at least do it to someone that they aren't good friends with! I mean REALLY. Is Serah that stupid that she sits there and thinks, "Oh, they are really good friends, I'm gunna talk shit about one of them to the other and expect them not to tell!"
BULL.
And then, after we all found out about her little vicious circle of smack-talking EVERYONE she knows, we all got pissed. With good reason, of course. So then she sits there and whines. WHINES. I mean really. What else do you expect? You cant talk crap about everyone and then expect them to like you. Your not all that, get over yourself! Your NOT better than anyone!!
OH and by the way, the only reason you got a 'almost-real' part in the musical is because Renee DROPPED. So GET OVER YOURSELF.
(This makes me glad I'm not into drama. Haha. Literally :D)

Does this make me think I'm perfect?
PFFFFT.
Far from, pal.
I'm a bitch, and I know it. At least I know well enough to admit when I'm wrong.
Like were my friends and I to mean to Cindy? Yup. We were. We still are.
She may be a whore, but does she deserve all of this?
Okay, she does, but we are still being bitchy.
See. I can admit that I'm wrong.

I got asked a good question today. A friend of mine was talking to me about the whole thing and she said, "How old are you?"
My answer?
"Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway."
Aint that the truth :D
Peace, hoes.