Thought 19
I just love it when you put an immense amount of pressure on me. Thanks. I can mark you down as the reason for most of my stress.
~ And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love that you make ~
I just love it when you put an immense amount of pressure on me. Thanks. I can mark you down as the reason for most of my stress.
Cool. I have great friends.
not really. It’s always nice when you find out that you’ve been stabbed in the back.
What happened to the value of friendship? Thinking, ‘hm, I probably shouldn’t follow through with what’s going on here, because what if it gets back to one of my best friends…?’
yeahh. Guess people don’t have morals any more.
You ask me why we aren’t friends anymore, why I never talk to you, etc.
Well you tell me this, why is it that whenever I text you, you never text me back? And you can’t say “I didn’t see/get/notice your text” because you’re always on your goddamn phone texting away with people you seem to be more interested in. I may not have feelings for you anymore, but at least I’m trying to keep our friendship alive unlike you.
Referencing old inside jokes from time to time isn’t what holds a friendship together. Communication does. I talk to TweedleDee, D-SexyPants, and a couple other of my friends on a regular basis, sharing how our day was, informing each other of the current major events in our lives. You hardly do that. Nothing infuriates me more when all I see you doing is on your phone and I think “hm, I wonder what you do when you get a text from me.” I could put money down that you ignore it and continue flirting with whatever guy you were last chatting with.
I hate feeling neglected. You neglect me worse than any of my other friends, you don’t even seem like a friend to me anymore. If anything, it’s your fault, all because of the lack of communication. and to be honest, I don’t miss you all that much, and don’t you tell me that you do, because if you did, you would be making an effort to still be my friend. I already did, so I think I’m almost 100% done with you. It’s sad because we used to have such an amazing friendship. But who’s fault is that? Not mine.
I was listening to In The Backseat by Arcade Fire.
Probably the first time in a long time a song has reduced me to tears. Not only is it an incredibly beautiful song, but it depressed me more than anything.
To me, the lyrics are about a girl who is finally growing up on her own, and is finally experiencing life on her with out the help of a family member. This is hard for her, because the “Alice” referred to in the song was on guide, perhaps her mother, older sister, or grandmother, and she has just died.
I can’t exactly pinpoint why the song made me so emotional, but I’ve a feeling it’s got to do with my horrible fear of leaving the friends I currently. I couldn’t imagine my life without, and thinking about them leaving breaks my heart. I value friendships more than anything in the world, and to be without my core best friends who have been there for me when times are so difficult, I don’t think I can function.
“I like the peace, in the backseat”
I used to ride with Daryl, in her car all the time before I got my license. We all did.
Olivia, Rob, Kate, Jenna, and I. Because Daryl had her license and we’d ride everywhere together. But now, I can drive, Jenna can, and Rob does too. We’re slowly fading, it’s not noticeable to them, but it certainty is to me. I liked that peace, that connecting vessel, in the car with all of them going on whatever adventure we had planned or spontaneously embarked on that night.
“My family tree’s loosing all it’s leaves”
Daryl and Rob are going to college. I don’t even want to think about it.
Sure, Olivia, Jenna, Kate, and I will all be together in one class next year, but Daryl and Rob won’t be there. Rob will still be in Plano, but who knows how much time Quad C will take up. We’re slowly fading.
This song is breaking my heart. It’s so goddamn beautiful, but it’s scaring me, because I can’t think about the future like this.
I’m really sick and tired of everyone complaining and bitching about everything. Sure, our director can be quite lazy at times, and I’ve simply had enough of almost half the one act cast complain about him. But now I have to hear from the other Productions class that he’s doing nothing, well you know if they would just buckle down and memorize their lines they would get something done. It’s not that I’m defending anyone, all I’m saying is bitching and whining about everything little thing and blaming mistakes on our director isn’t going to solve anything, it brings down the energy, positivity, and overall happiness. We are an ensemble, and we have to work together and be positive together or this show will fail. Same goes for the other Productions class’s show, 12 Angry Jurors is a purely ensemble show, they need just as much energy, positivity, and dedication as we do.
What happened to people actually caring? It’s really disappointing how little people care. I mean sure, the shows haven’t been AMAZING like they usually are at this school, but bitching 24/7 about how the show choice sucks, the director is lazy, and doing nothing but comparing everything to last year will change nothing. You have take what you’re given and run with it, make it your own, polish it, and present it with enthusiasm, positivity and high energy. If you bitch and whine, nothing will be accomplished, the cast will suffer, and so will the show, which might be why the first two shows weren’t the usual quality.
I’m done. Sorry. This turned into a rant, but seriously, what happened to the dedication and focus everyone used to have in theatre? Am I the only one? I sure hope not.
Everyone in my Algebra II class is talking about TAKS and how you have to be a retarted dumbfuck to fail it.
I failed Math TAKS last year.
I sure feel really smart right now, and also I got the lowest grade in my class on my last Algebra II test.
Yeah, today’s going great.
Real fucking great
I hate it when people aren’t open to trying new things and when they judge things before they even know what something is.
Why can’t I be content with being alone without my own thoughts tearing me up from the inside out?