You are all idiots.
I don't know when it happened, but at some point during last week, I realized that I really can't fuck up. I've been screwing around, texting people instead of getting ahead on the next Testing English assignment, concerning myself with reading/typing blog posts instead of working on Geometry.
I have the rest of my life to have fun. Now is not the time.
I used to read all the time, and I never got below an A on any assignment related to English. I wrote countless fantasy stories and could not be happier anywhere else than in my bed with a good book.
But no one knows this side of me. People don't see me as someone who loves to read. Heck, I don't see myself as someone who loves to read. I concern myself with my social life, passing, and sports.
What happened to Harvard? What happened to Allie?
The other day, I was talking to a friend, and I realized that I didn't need that conversation. I can call you when I have some free time. Sitting by the TV, a book in one hand, and my phone in the other, waiting for the next text.... it doesn't make me happy. It's all dumb shit.
I need to get to that place-- that place where I can relax. I am not there yet.
I need to find myself-- that girl with the big vocabulary. She's fading away.
I don't need a boyfriend.
I don't need 20 friends.
I wish more people would sort out their priorities, evaluate who they are, and evaluate who they are to the people around them. Little things you say can make someone cry when they're alone. Little things that you don't might have absolutely no weight in your future. Calm down, take a deep breath, and ask yourself "What do I want?" and then ask yourself "What do the people I love want?"
Doing the dishes when they didn't ask you to. Complimenting someone you see in the street. These things can make life for you and others around you better.
Not texting back... Well, you'll probably forget you meant to in the first place, and, at the end of the day, it probably wasn't all that important anyway.
I don't know when it happened, but at some point during last week, I realized that I really can't fuck up. I've been screwing around, texting people instead of getting ahead on the next Testing English assignment, concerning myself with reading/typing blog posts instead of working on Geometry.
I have the rest of my life to have fun. Now is not the time.
I used to read all the time, and I never got below an A on any assignment related to English. I wrote countless fantasy stories and could not be happier anywhere else than in my bed with a good book.
But no one knows this side of me. People don't see me as someone who loves to read. Heck, I don't see myself as someone who loves to read. I concern myself with my social life, passing, and sports.
What happened to Harvard? What happened to Allie?
The other day, I was talking to a friend, and I realized that I didn't need that conversation. I can call you when I have some free time. Sitting by the TV, a book in one hand, and my phone in the other, waiting for the next text.... it doesn't make me happy. It's all dumb shit.
I need to get to that place-- that place where I can relax. I am not there yet.
I need to find myself-- that girl with the big vocabulary. She's fading away.
I don't need a boyfriend.
I don't need 20 friends.
I wish more people would sort out their priorities, evaluate who they are, and evaluate who they are to the people around them. Little things you say can make someone cry when they're alone. Little things that you don't might have absolutely no weight in your future. Calm down, take a deep breath, and ask yourself "What do I want?" and then ask yourself "What do the people I love want?"
Doing the dishes when they didn't ask you to. Complimenting someone you see in the street. These things can make life for you and others around you better.
Not texting back... Well, you'll probably forget you meant to in the first place, and, at the end of the day, it probably wasn't all that important anyway.