Hehe, I just wanted to share the prettiness of the origami paper i found in my room. xD I love how soft the green looks, it’s a beautiful shade. I would paint my room that color of my parents let me. ;D
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C’est le 27 novembre.
The last day of my Thanksgiving Break, whoohoo.
I AM BEAUTIFUL, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAAAY~ cuhz words can’t being meee down. :3
^—- Attempt at boosting my self-esteem? ;D
Anyways, this morning started off with me baking cookies and the sweet aroma of melted choclate spreading around the house, yum. Then showered, then piano, then dishes. Oh no, three cups broken at once. :c Kluzty-ness is back! DUN, DUN, DUN.
Worked on history project… worked on GS thing… watched Clannad… OMG IT’S sad. I’m at a lazy state right now, not in the mood to write.
Hm, then I went to church, and now I’m at my grandparents’ house. Oh, I hit my head on the trunk of the car today. It hurt. I cried. But now I’m fine, the end.
It started off with me getting ready to go to a Shannon’s house. I got dressed, having decided with her the night before to dress cutely, whether or not we had someone to impress. It was a day meant for us, a day to regain our confidence and our old selves. She had saved a newly bought shirt for this event, and I was off on my merry way.
When we got there, we started off playing tetris on the wii; she never played it before and it was a fun first experience for her (I hope.) Helen of course, was beating me up after she got used to the controls of the wii. We switched to Mario cart, and let me tell you, Shannon is boss at it. Our plan was to arrive at the mall at 10:30, and we went to our first store: Forever 21.
Let me tell you, when you get there early, everything looks really clean and neat and organized. Beaaautiful. I thought I finally found overalls, but they weren’t in my size! Anyways, I did buy a pair of earrings and a necklace:
DUDE, those things broke already! (The earrings.) I took them off for P.E., put them in my bag, and the thing broooke! But it’s okay, only the part were you put it onto your ear broke off, you can put it back on easily, no problemmmm! The next thing I got was… a cardigan from A’Gaci, it’s sleeveless, and has blue/white stripes. :D. After that was Charlotte Russe, and I bought a hat there and it looks like this: http://www.charlotterusse.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11811524 , cute right? There was a 30% discount too. ^^
I remember eating a super yummy sandwich at Anderson’s Bakery. Speaking of sandwiches, I’ve been craving for one since I saw Alice eat one. (As well as something cinnamon-y, and In&Out. Gosh, so many cravings.) Oh! I also bought a ring from Rainco, it’s in a heart shape with beads, and at Amuse I bought new sunglasses to replace my old ones… [sigh.] It’s okay, they’re cute. Blue heart shaped Sunglasses, yee. <3 OH, at Daiso, I bought these rubber band things, to keep my lunch together. Yeah, I think that’s about it. I don’t think I forgot anything.
-This post was added on over time (1-2 days) I’m trying to limit internet usage. xD-
ASDFGHJKL, ignore that past post.
@Helen & Vi: YES, I GOT HACKED. I don’t know how or when or where. :c
Yeah, I didn’t make a new tumblr.
Please and thank you.
Whoever hacked me must be desperate, they posted it like a million times.
Hehe, yesterday my mom and I went to Ross to find a gift for her friend’s son, who was turning four years old. We ended up checking out the new Marshall’s opening up nearby as well. Guess who got new shoes? :D. Meee. <3 For $18. They look pretty nice; I kind of wanted this jacket I saw for $21, but I decided against it because I didn’t need it. The inside was so soft though. D; It reminded me of Shannon’s black jacket that had this lamb fur material inside. xD Except the one I found was cream colored. Anyways, it was pretty fun browsing through stuff. Hehe. c: Mini-Shopping times. ;D
I know we can’t continue together like this, but it’s brave. Let’s go.
Into the unknown, into the mysteries of life. Are you ready to take my hand? Are you sure you won’t let go? Don’t you know how scared I am, of taking this first step out of my small world, and into this bigger, new one? Into a new world, fearless, confident, happy, as long as you’re by my side.
People come and go, but it’s not about whether or not they stay, it’s about whether or not they leave a mark in your heart, a memory in that box of treasures. If they were able to teach you a lesson, if they were able to take your breath away, if they were able to make you feel as if you were in the center of their world, even if it was for only a second. It’s not about them, but about you.
Even the memories I sealed with all my might in my heart slowly slip away, but I know that when they fade away, and leave, that that’s when I’m admitting that it happened. That I was there, that you were there. The moment you held out your hand and offered it to me, the moments we walked side by side, the moments you made me laugh, and the moments when we cried together. It’s all slipping away, as you slipped away from me.
Some things you remember, some things you forget, but one thing I could and never will forget is the way you slapped my hand away. The way you gave me a cold, harsh glare, the way you said good-bye as you left me to be all alone. What happened to your promises? What happened to telling me that it’s okay, we can step into this new world together? Why are you leaving me to be all alone? Why did you take everything away from me?
I close my eyes, and I drift into a dream, a distant memory. I’m around flowers, and the scent of roses lift my heart. As I reach over to pick a rose, I feel something cold wrapped around my fingers. Blood. It stings, it hurts. How could something so beautiful, hurt me? Am I not as beautiful as it was? Does that give it the right to hurt me as well? Am I such an unpretty thing, that I don’t deserve to hold the beautiful rose, in it’s full bloom, in my hand and admire it? Am I that unworthy?
I open my eyes, and I awake from my nightmare. A dream is only a dream until woken. I take a step, out of the door, and I hear all of these noises. All of these sounds, they’re so strange to me. I cover my ears, but it doesn’t help. Their loudness overpowers me, and I start to feel numb. Slowly, I can hear one voice, and slowly, I hear the next. They’re calling me pathetic, they’re telling me I’m stupid. They’re saying that I’m too nice, and that I’ll only get used. Then, one thing that they all tell me in the end is that, I’m only a doll. A doll? I’m, a doll?
No, that’s a lie. I let go of my ears, and I look up, and I begin to keep walking. It steps in front of me, this strange creature, and it looks at me, snickers, then walks away. I begin to feel ashamed, that maybe perhaps I really am only a doll, that I don’t belong in this magical new world, that it was better if only I had stayed within my doll house, waiting, and waiting for someone to help me walk out.
NO, that’s a lie. I can’t be only a doll, I can walk, and I talk. I feel emotions, and I can think for myself. I’m beautiful, and like the rose, I know I can hurt people too. If they hurt me, why can’t I do the same? But I look at myself in the mirror. I don’t have thorns. Why don’t I have thorns? Am I not good enough to hurt people?
No, I always forget. Mother used to hold me close, and hum a lullaby, stroking my hair, and whispering to my ear that I’m an angel. That I’m beautiful, I’m gentle, I’m kind. I don’t hurt people, and it was my job to protect others. It’s my job to make sure they smile, they laugh, and that they’re happy. I’m an angel. I’m beautiful, I have wings and a halo. I’m Mother’s angel.
No, father argues. He tells me I’m a devil, that I’m evil. He tells me that I’m horrible, that my job is to ruin people’s lives. He tells me that I’m mean, I’m ugly, and that I’m the furthest thing from making people happy. I’m confused, what does that make me? Am I Father’s devil, or Mother’s angel?
No, no, I’m a doll. No, I’m not, I’m alive. I must be Mother’s angel, no… Father says I’m not… What am I? This world confuses me, it’s like I’ve lost my mind. I’ve lost the ability to think, it’s like, I no longer know who I am because everything and everyone wants me to be someone else. Why can’t I just be me?
I can’t take it any longer, this world, is nothing like my own. I don’t want to be here, I should have never taken that first step into the new world, if only I had known you would’ve let go of my hand. I should have known we couldn’t have kept moving on together, I shouldn’t have thought we were brave, I should have never smiled, looked at you, and told you, “Let’s go.”
Lalala, just a rant because I had so much on my mind.
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