... Can't Help It... I Have To Talk About It....

Dear Someone,

Everyone has their own opinions right?
If we didn't... life would be as boring as dry toast.... yuck right? Right.
But there are those times were it's like

Really... Thanks for stating you're thoughts and feelings about the topic but... What you're saying isn't gonna change how I feel about it AT ALL so you might as well just. STOP. TALKING... I'm not trying to be mean.  I just am getting rather tired of you ranting for an hour about why I am wrong and you are oh so right.

Reason why I am finally starting to talk about this? Because. It happened today. It finally got to me. The fact that people just love to go ON and ON about.... Justin Bieber.

Ok, I shall admit it.  I have Bieber fever.
But, it's a low grade fever.... Not the kind were I need to go to the hospital because I might DIE of it.

So, ok. I respect that a lot of people don't like him (which is good. Gives me more of a chance with him ;) haha kidding!!) But, there are also a lot of people who DO like him.
ok. Yeah, he used to sound like a girl, thats cause he was like... What? 13 when he recorded those songs? Um... Do tell me. What 13 year old boy has their full deep man voice already? If you know one please let me know.  Because I just talked to a junior in high school who's voice just started to crack.

Yeah yeah yeah, I know. If any one ever reads this and they are hard core Bieber haters then you're probably gonna want to debate with me and think "WHY DO YOU LIKE HIM?!"

Here's the answer to that so I can just be done with that.
I like him because of his songs. Yeah he has a higher voice, but the lyrics. AH. If a guy actually listened to those songs and took notes on them... He would have the girls falling for him LEFT and RIGHT because that is what every teenage girl wants for a guy! Seriously. . . It's like. Whoa. Justin! You understand those things that my hopelessly romantic brain thinks about!!!
He actually does write his songs B-T-DUBS, but he does have people help him write some.
But, what famous singer ever writes their own songs anymore??
... You know I have a point. Don't deny it.

That and, come on... He's adorable!

Now see. That just makes me happy(:

The cute brown puppy dog eyes, the hair, the look. It's just. Agh! Beautiful(:

So if you hate him. That's awesome. Just, keep it to you're self  please and I shall keep my love for Justin to my self as well.
See? now can we all just get along? :)

Not Good Enough... Ever

Dear Someone,

Ever wonder what random people think about you when you walk by?
When you're at school, on the beach, at the mall. In general pretty much.
Do they think "Oh hey look at that hot thing walking past me." Or. "huh.. Nice hair!" or. "My goodness. I see her everywhere!" or.. "Wow. That girl is F-A-T. Whoa. She needs some butter for those rolls."
...
Yeah you can't help but think about that when you hear girls complaining about how "huge" they are in their size 3 jeans.
So, how do you think that makes the girl wearing the pants that the size is about to go into the double digits feels?
Or when there is that girl who lifts up her shirt to look her her stomach and says "Ugh. Look at all that chub!" When there is no way you can actually lift up you're shirt to show them what real chubbiness looks like.

Yes, everyone tells you you're beautiful and you're not fat but... They are you're friends. They are supposed to say that.
It's hard not to fall into that stereotypical girl who looks in the mirror and picks her self apart.
Huge arms
Tummy rolls
But thighs
Extra Large everything. Can never get you're size at stores because everything is too small.

Its uncomfortable having to live in too small of clothing all the time because nothing fits. you feel like you just don't fit anywhere. Not just clothes. But. School, friends, family. Life.
No I'm not talking suicidal here ... come on people. I LOVE life too much to do that so just because I'm saying THAT doesn't mean anything. You shall see when I explain it in a moment.
But you need to work with you're passion. But what if you're passion is something you're not amazing at.
You're not good enough at anything. 
You're good at science, but that other girl knows more and gets better grades.
You're good at drawing, but that guy can paint a snap shot that look likes it was taken by a camera.

All that just makes you feel.... Like you're never good enough.



Dear Someone,

I hate those unanswered questions.
like.
What came first? The chicken or the egg?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Why did all my examples have something to do with chickens?
...
See. It's not fun having those unanswerable questions....

:P

That Face, That Look, That Feeling

Dear Someone,

There is that face you always give.
Your eye brows pull together, making your brow fold a little.
You pull your lips in a little, making them look more like a line.

And to top everything off!

There are those eyes.
Completely locking on to the gaze of the other person. 
Two pools of utter misery from being worried.

That part can break anyone's wall they have around themselves.  Letting the flood gates open.  Tears streaming.

Yes. It's a terrible thing that happens.
But. You can't help it.  You can't make it happen.
It only happens when its for a person you care about.

The fact that I have had to endure the look.

Those heart wrenching eyes.
That sad, almost puppy dog like look. . .
That means I'm important to you. 

Somewhere in your heart, I'm there.

So, even though I hate that look you give me oh so many times,
I like it.
Because I know you care.

Dear Someone,

Even though it doesn't work NOW... Doesn't mean it wont later...
So... I'm gonna keep my hopes up, fingers crossed, and I'll just wait happily till everything gets worked out on its own.
:)

*Sigh*

Dear Someone,

..... Seriously???
..... Really??????
Ugh. You are so flippin stupid and you don't even realise it.
It's like "Hey!Hello there! Me! Slightly attractive girl RIGHT infront of you!!!" but no... You just kinda keep looking at that one girl. Who just happens to be kind of a jerk face who wears a pound of make up.
Yup . . . That's just sooo awesome.
I really love that. Thanks.
:P

Singles Awareness Day

Dear Someone,

Tomorrow is February 14th. You know what that means right?
Yes. The day that makes every single person out there feel like crap. You try not to but you can;t help but think about how lonely you are.
Lame right?
Why should I be thinking about how lonely I am? I'm only sixteen!
So. You know what.
I'm going to try REALLY hard to NOT think about how lame it is. You know. I'll just think about all the chocolate the popular girls are going to get and hope they get fat.
oh yes. That would be extremely funny. I think I would cry laughing. :)

You know what would be really cool....

Dear Someone,

You know what would be really cool?
Is to have have my own book get published or something.  Like . One full of tons of little random things I write.  Like things that I post on here. My Blog... The blog that no one reads.  That and the stuff that I save in my super secret folder on my about-to-die-of-old-age-lap top.
Yeah It could be called something like.
Awesome Sauce and French Fries.
OR!
..... Well I can't think of anything better at the moment....
BUT it shall come to me soon. :)
ok.
That's all I wanted to say for right now.

Me and Harry Potter Have Something In Common.

Dear Someone,

Every one has their own scars.  I know I do.
But see. Since its a scar now. It means it has healed.  It doesn't hurt any more.
..
Ok that was a lie. I am a liar pants.
It's pretty much like a Harry Potter scar.  It's there in plain view in front of everyone. They all know the story behind the scar and how it has effected me, but it doesn't hurt...
Unless you-know-who is around. and no. We are not talking about Voldemort in this situation right now.
It doesn't hurt every single time.  Actually its becoming less and less. But now. When it happens. It hurts worse.  But it only happens after something relatively cute happens. Or. Well could have been cute and then... That when things go down hill.
Even though it hurts sometimes...
I like that I have it.  It gives me recurrence that.. There used to be something there.  It wasn't just all in my head, or that it can just be brushed off to the side.  It's there. Forever. Making me grow up and learn from it.