Somehow I always convince myself that I am fine and that I am in control. But in the end, I always come to the realization that there is no such thing as control.When I need to vent, I can't do it. People always tell me that I have problems that needs to be bottled. I am so sick and tired of bottling everything in. It's an awful feeling that makes me nuts.They say writing is therapeutic. But,...

To Fall“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go.”Walk to the edge of the cliff and stare down. Stare until you feel the fear that you can fall and no one will be there to save you. Do you feel it? Embrace it.Everyday we walk through the...

No one reads this anyway, so i'll spill myself and spread myself out on this page like ink from a jar. Who am I? Do you know me? Every single day, I am keeping up facades, following who you want me to be, and being who you expect me to be. I am supposed to be normal. I am supposed to be skinny. I am supposed to be happy and peppy. I am supposed to allow you to walk ALL over me. But, how can you...

That stupid feeling crept back in! GO AWAY! STOP COMING. You're UNWANTED. When a new year starts, don't you feel like there are new beginnings and nothing is quite the end? Well, this is the end. Friends come and go. But do you ever get that little feeling in the back of your mind that every single friend left you? When you contact them, they want nothing to do with you? Or do you just feel like...

We forgive. We forget. But come on, doesn't it take time to forget? Doesn't it take longer to forgive? But, mistakes were made. I made the mistake. You made a mistake. Whatever! Sometimes, just sometimes, we can't keep moving through life with anger. "Something like that can't be forgiven." This has come across your mind at least once, I am sure. But, come on! Everything can be forgiven and...

Well, here it goes. I always preached that we shouldn't stay quiet and we should always speak up. But, is there a limit to this? Yes, there is. There is a limit to how much we should say and how much we express. Sometimes, we get that feeling of anger and regret. We say things we never mean to say in the heat of an argument. Well, we can't take it back. We can only apologize for our behaviour....

Breathe. Breathe in and out. Breathe slowly. Now, are you ready to battle? Well, you should be! Every time you embark on a journey, you will be tested. Don't lose. There is no room for losers. You need to be the winner, the victor.When someone complains or tells you about all of your negative points or even tells you that you are not worth anything, how do you react? Angry, annoyed, depressed,...

Shhh. Don’t tell them that! Remember when you were younger, you would be reprimanded for spilling yours or other’s secrets? Have you kept that kind of personality with you since then? Have you always been private or secretive? Maybe you weren’t like that when you were younger. Maybe you were always honest, always innocent, and always trusting.Recently, I’ve been accused of being too...

yeah... as the title states. no one would ever read this stupid junk. I just need a way to rant about everything and anything. Here it goes:I hate being told what I can do, who I am, and who I will amount to. I hate that people compare me to other people. I am not the other person. No matter how much I want to be that other person, I can't be. I know I am not good enough. I know I am not smart...

Everyday, I feel like I face my problems alone in a crowded room. Even though they claim that they have your back, they don't have anything. They are just empty words that don't make me feel any special. I hate this feeling. I hate feeling like I am alone.When I want to talk to someone about something that is troubling me, I am told to ignore it and push forward. Or just be happy. But what is...

Who am I? Every single year, I would always say: "I'm going to change," but every year, I never do because every year there is something that keeps my old self intact. I can't be someone else and I know it. But, this time, I decided that it's actually time to change me. I always care how others feel and what they do instead of worrying about myself. Why should I care? I mean... it's not me. But...

Have you ever found yourself in a predicament in which you can't decide if something is true or false - whether you want one or the other? I'm not talking about making an enormous decision such as choosing between an apple or an orange. I'm talking about trying to figure out if a friend is a true friend or pretentious friend. Every person I meet, I always ask myself whether or not I made the right...

"Smile." That's what we are told to do for family photos. But why should we force a smile upon our face? It's no benefit to us and it certainly is not a benefit for the person who wants to keep the picture. All the holder will remember is the ugly smile that we were forced to wear.So, have you ever found you that you smile for no apparent reason? Many people have but there's always a reason for...

"Pretty." Seriously? Being pretty can only bring one person so far. But what has society succumbed to? All we care about is the superficial shell that we wear. Girls plaster their face with make-up and wear revealing clothes. Guys, on the other hand, do not care about their looks. Rather, they are the judges. Of course we SAY looks do not matter, but it actually does. It is hard to see those being...

During my Literature class, my teacher posed an interesting question: Are you truly happy with everything? And without hesitation, everyone in my class answered: Yes, of course we are happy. But, I couldn't find my voice. I wanted to yes, but in the back of my mind, I know I am not happy. My actions speak volumes and so far, my actions have not spoken up for who I am. I am certainly not happy with...

I am a girl with feelings, a brain, heart, arms, legs, feet, hands, hair, eyes, and nose. Am I different from you? No, I’m not different from you. But, why do you choose to label me as though I am contagious, someone who doesn’t deserve a crumb off the floor? I’m tired of feeling as though I did something wrong. I’m tired of being labeled. I’m tired of trying to keep in contact with...