4587.) I honestly don't think i'm that bad looking. I'm just can't wait for someone else that i'm actually attracted to, to say the same.

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3740.) All I want is a picture-perfect, by-the-book romance. And sometimes I'm afraid that those don't exist other than in fairytales. And everyone can see I'm no princess.

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3747.) Sometimes I wish I didn't exsist and sometimes I wish I could exsist forever.

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That will cause one to Collapse

Oww my head hurts. it amazes me how i can’t work past these kindergarten words, and honestly do i want to? to be more “mature” than when we once were never really did satisfy me. Do i have to remind myself how many times ive been told to “grow up”? I remember looking through the eyes of a child, seeing everything as a reason to smile, to laugh, to play. Now look, apparently the correct action is to backstab, to stress, to worry, to loose all emotion whatsoever. Imma tell you right now, to everyone and anyone, “i see London, i see France, o look how immaturity is spreading fast, and do me a favor, kiss my ass”

May i stay on topic?

I recently just attempted at writing a paragraph.

I have got to say, it was harder than trying to parallel park. My ability to stay on topic has decressed, summer the reason? Goodness i just stopped to look outside and watch the leaves move back and forth. Maybe the reason is because i try to take in everything at once, i have recently realized i do have it good. Maybe i dont have a boyfriend, but i have best friends. Maybe i havent aged as fast as i would like, but that gives me more time to learn, more time to appreciate, more time to be a kid. Of course i just stopped again to turn on music. Rap? when did i start liking this music? But what i do know is i like it, it makes me dance.

haha.

Alright my mind is forcing me to change the subject. The summer breeze dances in such a fashion my nervous eyes begin to become jealous. Even if the muggy days have been upon us, i loved every second of them. For those days were my first days of summer, the first days of my freedom. My internal pressure has dissapered, i can wear sport that t shirt, i can release that jungle i call hair, my mind can wander from topic to topic, from boy to boy. Everything can be relaxed and that my friend, is exactly what i need.

Let me think.

For the human mind ceases to amaze me, how i would love to examine one. The ability to adapt, to create cognitive thought, is soooo. so. different from all mammals, all animals that surround us. Our ablity to be the same, yet quite different from each human. To create such emotion that can not be detected by a mircoscope. To defend, to create, to destroy. It all is. mind blowing.

Yet, a person of my level of intelligence, i don’t understand why i believe i would succeed in such a subject, yet my mind wraps around the idea. How the mind works, fascinates me, how would you detect such thoughts? impluses? How does the mind direct the heart to beat, two at a time? How does the mind tell us to breathe? Without even thinking? So many questions, seem to drift above me, tell me the answers, for i will soak in your knowledge.

As i read every disorder, i wonder why such irregularity is diagnosed as a disorder. Is it because their mind is different than one that is normal? Although that has the question arise as what is normal? How and who established normal? Can u see this through a microscope?  

Agitation mixes with Frusturation.

I’m so tired of my life, the never new, drives me past insane. If only something new and exciting would come running into me with such a force i couldnt stand back up. Something that i would wish upon myself would be appreciated. gosh i feel so dumb right now, and i hate it.

This human mind can be considered defective.

As hours passed, the test consumed my mind. As i flipped from one page to the next, an article caught my eye. This article was nothing special, probably something no normal teen would even glance at, but this article touched my mind, in such a way that the tingle stung with knowledge. My thoughts hung on every last example, on every last syllable. This told of the brain, of neurology. Before this article stumbled in front of my view, i had never heard of such a job, and within minutes i knew this was an intrest i didnt want to pass up. Of course in this world one job is to rule my mind, that job with age will become one of annoyance, one that i wish wouldn’t exist, for maybe studying the human brain could provide a strange sort of contentment. A person with no life such as myself, i read on how the brain interprets and confides in lobes that divide the brain, and in the end all provide a piece to the puzzle, yet this all happens in less than a second. Stupefied, i take a step back and imagine the brain working within me, trying my hardest to as if feel it all take place. In such a weird pleasure, the imaginative state of understanding the human brain has me passionate. I wonder what they would see if my brain were to be cut open.