Posted in I"M STRESSED, Life. My life., Uncategorized

bro.

I’m freaking out.

In less than a week, I leave for a whole month.

I will be gone for my dad’s birthday, my birthday, my cousin’s birthday.

I will be gone for the fourth of july.

I will be gone for so long, and I’m scared.

What if something bad happens to my family?

What if I hate everyone there??

That’s basically it.

 

I’m not packed at all and my room and closet are a mess also just so we are clear.

I also have no clue where my tennis shoes are which is concerning??

I am missing my favorite bra and have very few pairs of underwear and only one swimsuit but yea it’s whatever I am going to freak out now and calm down later hopefully.

Posted in feelings and shit, Life. My life.

Love/I am terrified

The other day my dad had a conversation with me about marriage.

It was odd and out of the blue and I can’t stop thinking about it.

I don’t want to be the kind of person who says she doesn’t believe in love. That’s not true.

I know my parents love each other, and my siblings love me and I love them.

Romantic love exists but I think it’s a little scary. The only times I have seen people fall in love have been in movies, and I know that my life won’t be like that.

I think I’m scared of the future. I don’t want to get trapped. I want people to like me but I barely even like myself.

How am I going to do all the things adults are supposed to do? How am I supposed to enjoy life in the real world if I can’t stand my life now? In my sheltered home?

 

All I know is I am absolutely terrified. The future is scary and so is moving on and so is not knowing what to do or where to go.

 

Posted in feelings and shit, Life. My life.

WHY?

A question I ask myself everyday.

I ask myself this for various reasons.

Why did I walk so quickly to class? Why did I not tell that teacher I wasn’t going to be in class tomorrow? Why did I not do that homework? Why am I so awkward? Why did I just forget to text that person back?

The current major why in my life is not too major, but major enough that I am writing a bad blog post about it. I’m realizing now that I will look back on this and probably laugh at myself but whatever I guess.

Why do I like a boy two years younger than me?

A quick note: This boy is straight up exactly two years younger than me. We share a birthday.

I mean I guess part of the answer is obvious. He is cute and tall and super nice and has a good voice and an odd laugh. We became friends super easily and he makes me laugh.

But part of the answer isn’t. I have liked him for a year. And it started as me joke liking him and then grew into me actually liking him, which was bad and pretty awkward but he was really easy to talk to and straight up with me. I’m pretty sure he straight up texted me and asked me if I liked him. I said yes.

And I did. And we were sort of a thing for a little bit and then it got weird, because having a boy like you back is weird. And I did what I have done in the past which is get super awkward and self-conscious and just shut him out.

And to make matters worse, my friend wrote me a really nice and sweet note and basically made me feel like maybe I liked him? And maybe this younger boy was too young? And maybe I should just fall off the face of the earth?

Okay. That was an extreme. What I am saying is that I liked this younger boy and then shut him out and then was like “wait do I like him” after I told him I didn’t like him. What does this mean? Why do I do that?

Why have I not been able to have another actual crush since him?

I haven’t. That’s a fact.

Like I have obviously thought other boys were cute and stuff, but like someone who I genuinely pursued. Nope, no way.

I don’t know what I did. I don’t know why I did it. All I know is I’m confused and I think I have to get over him.

But I don’t know how. And I don’t know if I want too.

 

There are a lot of things that I wish I knew:

I wish I knew how to get acne off my face.

I wish I knew how to make better friends.

I wish I knew what college to go too.

I wish I knew how to deal with liking this younger boy.

I wish I knew what to do.

 

That seemed like a good ending, but I decided to read some wiki how articles and will link them below:

http://www.wikihow.com/Forget-Your-Crush

http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Your-Crush-to-Like-You

 

I just realized that there is a potential the boy will see this post and know it is about him. Oh well. Maybe. This will be deleted at some point unless I forget about this blog.

Posted in I"M STRESSED, Life. My life.

I’M CODEPENDENT

On my phone.

So is everyone in this generation. But I’m criminally aware of this codependence right now.

You want to know why?

I broke it.

The screen is falling off. The back metal whatever part is bent. Like a bend is in the metal. AND to top it off the home button and finger recognition hasn’t worked for ever. Oh plus, the cherry on top…*cue drumroll*

THE BOTTOM HALF OF THE TOUCH SCREEN DOES NOT WORK.

The live studio audience is laughing but I am in despair.

I can’t do anything.

My life is on my phone, my friends, my contacts, my pictures, and now its just BROKEN.

Plus like you know I don’t got the money to replace it.

I have $0.59 in my bank account.

That’s it. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.
I’m so stressed right now. I feel lost and confused and yea maybe this is better for me but also I don’t want to be bored all day in school tomorrow and confused and upset.
AGHHHH.

This is life I guess. Bad and cruel.

I understand I am overreacting, but please, just drop your phone and dunk it in some water and slam it in a car door and tell me how you’re feeling.

Posted in feelings and shit, Life. My life.

Happiness

My mom and I recently had a conversation in which she said to me “I want you to be happy. Are you happy?”

 

I said no.

Being happy is a feeling I am familiar with. I was happy when I was voted captain of my field hockey team, and when I got a lead in a school play. I was happy when my sister surprised me and came home to see me.

I was happy when I liked my classes, schedule, friends and community.

I’m not happy anymore. I don’t know what happened.

Was it something I did wrong?

Did I push too many people away?

Did I gain weight because I was so stressed?
Part of my unhappiness is my insecurity, I think everyone could agree.

I’m good at speaking to a lot of people, put me on a stage and I will probably be alright, but when I meet a new person it all goes downhill. I don’t know what questions to ask them or what to even say. It sucks. It makes me unhappy.

I’m also fat. Not fat but “are you sure you should eat that?” sized. Trying on dresses for my senior prom stunk. I didn’t like looking at the sizes and seeing a cute dress that would be too small. I didn’t like taking of my clothes and putting on a dress just to look in the mirror and see my protruding stomach or chubby arms.  I am unhappy because I don’t like the way I look.

I also just don’t like people. They’re narcissistic and rude and hypocritical. I don’t think I am not this way, but I have started to notice these qualities in everyone around my and that makes me extremely unhappy.

The world is a cruel place, I want to see it in a bright way but I can’t.

Mom,  I am unhappy.

but I will try to be happier, I will try to smile more and laugh and find joy in the little things because I think the big things are weighing me down. I need to that, because I can’t handle being unhappy anymore.

It hurts.

somewhat shannon

Posted in cawlidge, Life. My life.

decisions

I am a very indecisive person.

I have trouble choosing what shoes to wear, or what kind of ice cream to get.

Big decisions are even harder.

Big decisions i.e. college.

College. The next four years of my life. My future.

I’m stressed. This is a big choice. I don’t want to mess it up.

This decision is prompted by the impending date that is May 1st. When I will NEED to know.

I have 4 schools that I am seriously still looking at. I think.

Penn State University- both of my sisters went, club field hockey, far but not too far, big, party school, lots of options, Ice hockey team

Indiana University- still big, club field hockey, far but not too far, pretty (like so pretty), nice college town, diverse foods, language department huge

University of Dayton- close, friends going… literally idk I applied because one of my teachers told me I would like it (he was also  an alum so can I trust him??)

Centre College- far, small, D3 field hockey, nice people, pretty

The issue is no matter where I go, I will be outside my comfort zone.

I will have to adapt. I will have to change. What if I don’t want to change? What if I like who I am now? I’m not perfect but nobody is and that’s okay so why do I have to make myself different? To fit in. To make friends. To become who I am meant to be.

Maybe.

This is a big decision and I don’t know if I have it in me to make the right choice.

Posted in Life. My life.

Dislike

I am sick.

I have been sick for over a week.

I have performed for an audience 3 times in that over a week period of being sick.

I have stayed home from school for 1 full day and 3 over half days. I have ate hardly anything other than chicken noodle soup and the other foods I have consumed have not been delicious.

I have done very little homework and still gotten very little sleep. I have drank probably 4 gallons of water and 2 gallons of hot tea. I have consumed a lot of honey with said tea. I have seen the doctor. She said I would be sick with this virus for 5-10 days. It is the 10th day exactly.

I am supposed to start my period tomorrow. I have horrible skin. I have acne suddenly growing on my face. I am mad.

I have no tolerance for being sick anymore. I have a desire to eat ice cream all day. I have an essay due last week that I have not started. I have wrote one horrible blog post right now. I have no regrets (other than being sick and not starting my essay and not being asleep right now).

Posted in Life. My life.

Well…

I don’t have a lot of friends.

There. I said it.

I think I don’t have a lot of friends because I am not a nice person. I also said that.

I’m not mean, I just don’t have a philosophy that tells me to be nice to people around me, which is probably bad.

Okay. Here goes.

I have three friends who are not related to me. My sisters and my cousin are my other friends. Here are some pics of them.

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Two of them are super close and I am like a third wheel to them. I’m glad we are friends but I feel like I have to force inclusion which stinks… The picture above is of them and me.

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My other friend is cool and we have the same sense of humor but sometimes I think she hates me and other times I’m like “it’s just her personality.” You never know. The picture is us and her sister and it is from a while ago. Hype.

I lost a lot of my friends in 2016. I think I’m okay with that because they caused a lot of my anxiety but now I’m sad about it because, as I said, I don’t have a lot of friends.

I also have trouble asking people to hang out and stuff. Like what do I say. What can we do together. I just want to watch movies. Ugh.

This is a short post because writing it makes me sad. I want more friends. I want people to go get ice cream with and hang out with and watch movies with. I want people to think I am funny. Is that so bad??

Posted in Life. My life.

Spicy Boys

I went on a trip to Colorado.

That’s why I haven’t blogged lately.

It wasn’t really a vacation type trip. It was a camp. A Younglife summer camp called Wilderness.

We hiked in the mountains of Colorado for 6 days and 5 nights. We ate in a circle for every meal, and talked, and prayed and learned more about each other than I thought was possible.

It was a really hard week.

My social anxiety was at an all time high I think. It made it harder.

Having to share things, and listen to all those things strangers and friends had to say, and knowing that I had to hike 5 miles the next day, made it hard. I had 2 panic attacks during the week.

That’s okay.

My Patrol consisted of 2 male guides, 5 boy campers and their leader, me, and 5 of my “friends” and our leader.

The boys in our group were from Eastern Ottowa Michigan, which I guess is outside of Grand Rapids.

I don’t know what I am really trying to say. This was a week, and I thought it would be a lot crazier than it was, or harder.

It was hard mentally mainly.

The mountain that we peaked was beautiful though. I’m so thankful. It was beautiful.

Maybe my life has changed. We will see.