Sometimes I miss the old days. You know, back when homework was like, three pages of Maths and English and Science altogether. Back when ABC was the best thing ever, and boys were just stupid and totally not worth it. (Okay, I admit it, I've never really felt that way about boys...)
But you know, back when you could sit around and watch stuff all day and you wouldn't get in trouble for not doing any housework or homework or... you know, other stuff that you have to do now.
Back when I thought you weren't allowed to kiss till you're married and that 'crap' was a terrible swear word.
Back when life was easy, simple. Easier than this anyway. Before things got hard, confusing, so overloaded... back when I didn't get distracted from going to bed by my blog, just 'cause I feel like I have to express myself.
Back when I wasn't a teenager and I didn't have all these crappy (I know, I said a swear) emotions going on.
Back when a TV show couldn't upset my whole life perspective on a bad day.
Don't you hate it when main characters die? And then everything just sucks for a while? And then like, you wait for it all to turn great, but it takes forever.
Yeah. Me too.
I'm gonna go read Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy: Mostly Harmless now.
About Me
- SRLoftis
- Do you ever wonder what it would really be like to be someone else? Sometimes I see people walking down the street or in the car next to me, and I see them singing, or talking to the person next to them, or whatever, and I just wonder, what is their life really like? What kind of things does my sister really experience when she wakes up in the morning, when she's at Uni all day, when she gets home just in time for dinner? What's running through her head, what is she feeling, how is it affecting her? And you know, most people would think it's stupid to assume that she’s thinking the exact same thing I am, or that guy walking down the street feels the same way I do about the guy in the car next to me picking his nose. Obviously, everybody thinks and feels and experiences differently. So, why do we assume that red looks the same to everyone, or that my perfume smells the same to my boyfriend, or that mushrooms (the heavenly things they are) taste the same to my brother, who doesn’t eat them, as they do to me? If they did, he would like them. Essentially, we all live in a different world to one another. So here I am; this is a piece of my world I guess.
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