Ever had the feeling that friends tend to be nice to you when things could only get worst. And their sense of encouragement is what makes us want to cry even more because they are lying and there is no way in hell they actually believe and/or have faith in you.
In cases I rather not mention in specific detail, I am not a sports-girl or a sports fanatic. I will join in with the fun, but I am nothing, but mediocre. I play to play, to fit in, to be in the crowd. All this time of joining in, I have never once had anyone join me in my idea of enjoyment. Do not get what is typed wrong. I enjoy running around, getting a little dirty, and end up with battle wounds towards the end. I would much rather discuss what the events that make us human. What changes occur to make us believe such things as love and lost. What encourages us everyday we wake, to face the world. I have ideas. I have images I can create. I read for enjoyment. I learn just to learn because we should be constantly learning.
On a personal note, I am getting determined to want to move out, but always and forever, my upbringing stops me from saving myself. I never do it. I am an a coward to you, but an obediant daugther to them. I am to remain a child. Very sad indeed, but if there was another option I will take it, which would make both sides happy. But I digress.
Hope others' lives are more fantastical this summer. Here's to you.
