My creativity runs to an extent. I don't run around and act like a
moron, because, I don't think I'm physically or mentally capable of it.
I've been raised to act and be inteligent. I've been raised to be me.
I
don't need every little materialistic item I see, like half the other
people I know, I try to keep my priorities straight - although I don't
always succseed, and I don't have to be a cat behind a persons back - I
am to their face. When I have a problem, I let you know. I just don't
act like nothings wrong and then tell everyone else behind your back...
That would just be pointless.
I like the shade black, I like the
colours lime green, hot pink, orange. I like it when it rains, no, when
it pours.I adore kisses and being kissed in the pouring rain. I like
snow, it looks beautiful and pure. I love it when the wind blows my hair
and I love the sound of my horse when he whinnies when he sees me and I
love watching him run towards me. I love being alive and sometimes I
hate it. But who doesn't?
I have my own horse, Tucker, he lives in a
large corral in my back yard; my own dog, Spook, she lives in the house
and outside; and two cats, Cheech and Chong, they are inside cats - the
only thing their useful for is keeping the mice away.
I live on a ranch with cows, we have chickens, and more horses than just mine, and a rooster. I hate that rooster.
I
love my friends, Even though their a 20 mintue drive away, but they do
whatever they can to come pick me up or make sure I can get home.
They're the bestest. And sometimes I can't stand them... But thats just
because I'm me.
I find its easier to give advice than to follow it,
and that its easier to be liked for who youre not. So I'm hated for who I
am and Liked for who I'm not. I'd rather someone see the real me, then a
fake person, a shell of who I am.
I don't like to show the real deep
and personal raw me. The best way to figure me and my life out, is
through my poetry and my writings. If anything, all the strength and
courage that I show to my friends, I've learned alot in the last 16
years of my grade 11 life. Inside, I swallow that scared little girl,
inside I tell myself that I have to survive for me, its not about
spiteing those that don't want you around, its not about proving that
you're better than that, its about telling yourself that you are good
enough. Its about living for what makes you happy, and being happy
because youre living. All the huge depressing things in life, they don't
matter, its all those small things that make you happy, the tiniest
thing that you're supposed to grasp onto and love to bits, like the wind
through your hair, or the sun on your face... Its those things that
make life worth living for. Its not who is beside you or what so-and-so
said, its about the magical things in life. Its about living today as if
its the last day. Its about that feeling when you lay down at night and
say "I'll look back on this and smile because its better to have loved
and lost than to have never loved at all". Its about the day that you
lay your head on your death-bed and reveiw your life and go "I lived it
to the fullest and I had the best time of my life." Its about being
happy wit the music in your head and always remembering that all we have
is today. Its about being yourself in the big pictures, and doing what
makes you happy in the small picture. Its about taking the good with the
bad and the bad with the good. In the end all that matters is that you
lived your life the way you wanted it, because anything you want to do,
you can do.
But thats just the way I see it.
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