I’ve really been trying to sketch and write a lot recently. So much to do, but so little accomplished.
So this term I decided that I was tired of doing “okay” in science and having it be my worst subject no matter how much I enjoy the class. I made myself the goal of gaining one participation credit every single day. So that’s what I did. I answered about one question per day. Sometimes I did more than one when no one else raised his/her hand. A friend told me that people in that class dislike me because they think I participate too much. It’s not like I do anything else to participate like reading the notes out loud (which should be easier) and more.
I genuinely like health class so I actively participate in that class too. I tend to talk about things I’m proud about or worked hard on. Also I really like sharing knowledge I’ve learned before sometimes in the form of a question so Ms. Fang will speak more clearly about the issue. Fellow students in that class also think I’m a show-off.
Now I understand.
LIFEEEEEEEE.
I have to stop complaining. My day was pretty bad so the negative part was all I could concentrate on unless I was in TEBC and I needed to work. Stop focusing on the pain. Everything bad just kept stacking up and it’s not over. But that’s what I’m here to talk about all this crap.
I remember that at the beginning of today, I keep thinking about how I wanted to be able to lean on someone. But then I realized how much pain there was going around me. [h] And there is really no one I can lean on. I can pretend and put my head on someone as I sleep sometimes but I’m left the same. Just foggy and too busy caring about other people. You don’t have time or strength to care about me.
BE STRONG, LENA. You don’t need anyone.
I don’t know. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
Everytime I share my secrets, I gain other people’s secrets in return.
That just proves that you get what you give.
Why doesn’t this ever work with you?
It’s confusing. [h]
I still laugh at the people who don’t know about us. [h]
Some of them don’t know which twin I am.
Still a little scared.
Still confused by you.
That can’t necessarily be a bad thing right?
I’ll keep trying because I don’t want all this to end.
[h]
“RAWR~
You can make requests if u want me to flail to a song. ;]”
^ANTHEA, I CHOOSE LADY GAGA’S BAD ROMANCE.
Dear Natalie<3,
I’m happy that you seem pleased with the results of the photoshoot. I was thinking about your SSR today and I thought of this awesome quote from F. Scott Fitzerald’s The Great Gatsby:
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
Feel free to interpret what this means. I like to mess with your head, anyway (this is what I get for hanging out with Patrick.)
Love,
Lena
P.S. I’M SORRY I WASN’T BEAUTIFUL. It’s because Lorna and I failed to watch America’s Next Top Model.
P.S.S. Where these photos at? (That’s slang for “where are your gorgeous photos?”)
