Earlier, I was looking for “The Little Prince” book and baby pictures for the yearbook. Sooo me: *looks everywhere*
I searched every shelf, every cabinet, but I have failed to find The Little Prince and a super cute baby picture. But I did see class pictures, my report card when I was a Sophomore, seatworks, quiz papers with red ink on it, the pink clearbook my crush held and even said it was cool, piano sheets, lanyards I used for my slider phone, my first ever diary with a fake lock, letters from friends and used to be friends, this Disney autograph book my godmother gave years ago, the folders I used during tests when I was in grade school, TigerBeat magazines, my then favorite book, pens that don’t even have ink anymore, all those doodles when I was a Freshman, my Physics book I bought when I was a Junior Year but never really used it, the ponytails I used to wear every Thursday and Friday back in Elementary, the Strawberry Shortcake pastels, this really creepy pen doll that even if it’s really creepy, I refuse to throw it away because it was given to me by my classmate, this Rose pen that used to light up that I got from Singapore, my first ever wallet with my name written on it, CDs from 2008; the reign of Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana, this Sabrina the Teenage Witch toy I got from McDonalds, the stress ball I used to squeeze when I was younger because
I had anger issues, a picture of me and my dad during my 9th birthday a.k.a my last best birthday I ever had because he went home for my birthday, a picture of me and my childhood friends during a fieldtrip before we went separate ways and never really talked again.
You see, these might be unimportant to you guys. But to me, it’s important because these things that I mentioned above mean a lot to me because they saw me. Lately (like for almost a year), I’ve never really been me. You know what I mean? I felt so lost and hopeless and I was having
s thoughts again which is pretty much not good because I’ve lost the progress I made.
But you guys know what, this really helped me. I’m glad I was able to see these things again. These things are pretty much junk but these things are bits and pieces of my life.
I wish people would just see what I am like and what it is like to be me. I wish people wouldn’t really judge immediately (but no they judge rly fast). I wish people would understand. I wish people would hate me less, I wish they had a reason to hate me because of me (like my personality and shit) and not because of what I’ve done in the past. I wish they would tell me what’s wrong so I would know. I wish people were a lot nicer. 😦
I wish my friends would come back to me. I wish my friends don’t treat me as back up anymore just because they found new cooler friends. I wish I could see my family often. I wish my grades would smoke weed and get high like before. I wish this year would be a lot better than last year. I wish everything would be okay. I just ausbgjba 😦 I’m really trying.