My Kind Of Love Story

This story would come with lots of ups and downs. Dramatic and stupid arguments. Of course it would end happily because it is a love story. And in the end love conquers all. This budding love would come unexpected and out of nowhere. The POV would be from the girls point of view, maybe a chapter or two might come from the guys side of view. Each character in the story would have unique characteristics none like the other. The girl would come from a family that is open and crazy. Lovable, but remember every family has their issues. The girl would have never experienced a love like this before because she tends to push the people she loves away from her in fear or hearing what happens to others in relationships that hears about (from TV, friends and books). Ironically enough this girls true life is a book. The boy in the book learns this about her when he fears she is pushing him away. They meet somewhere by coincidence. Maybe even fate. They will meet in a way that is cheesy but not to predictable like other books or movies. The girl has always thought that she would never have a love like this young and in high school because she is a senior and every guy in her school has already dated one of her friends, enemies, is taken or single for a reason. But remember her school is large for a high school. She may not know it yet but there is someone out there for everyone. The girls best friend has always had a boyfriend for as long as she can remember. Always in a relationship. The girl was never jealous of her best friend Just cautious not to fall too fast. She has always been waiting for a love that catches her heart and takes her breath away. Too bad she didn't know it was coming so she could prepare herself. In someways this girl never thought she was worthy of another persons love. maybe because on the outside she seemed solid but on the inside she was cracked to bits. Every event that occurred in her life that was bad stuck more than the good. They grow together more and more when he learns that he wants to know this girl and what she is hiding inside. She ends up starting the problems that started between them first but her now boyfriend is the one that gives no mercy. Hurt and hopeless he goes out doing things he knows he is going to regret. How will this story get resolved? I haven't quite figured out yet. Along with ALOT of other cracks along this weaving writing. Hopefully this story will come to be someday. Everyday when I come to add more and more to this ideal "story" my heart feels something heavy like I am releasing a part of my soul in words that I can't seem do do anything other than typing them on my phone or computer. Too weak to let them speak from my own lips. Dramatic I know but still true in most forms. Eventually I know someone will understand where this all comes from. In a sense this story that I speak of derives from apart of my life. I am not done with it yet but when I come up with more ideas I will post them here.

Random

So I am super bored right now. I kind of want to start writing a story or something like that in class. Right now I am in history class and I am not soon anything important even though I am suppose to be doing my history final review but I don't want to right now. School is really really boring and I am going to start posting here as like a daily journal or weekly or something like that. I was thinking of a title for a story that just popped into my head and I was kind of lame but I liked it. The title was "My Kind Of Love Story". Sorry if this post does not have correct grammar or is random, not that anyone else reads these posts besides me... Maybe later on I will post about how the story will go.

Laughter and Happiness

There is one thing in the world that always makes life better. Laughter. It’s amazing how we can be having the worst day ever but we can still be able to laugh at ourselves when the door says pull but you push. Life is too short to take every second seriously. To live you have to laugh and to laugh you have to life. Feeling emotion is apart of life. Have you ever heard the saying “The more you laugh the longer you life?” Well it that is true then in this moment I am living forever. Life is to short, so laugh until you can’t breath much longer. A smile is something that is contagious. The best feeling is when you laugh so much you feel like you might cry from the happiness. I remember the first time that I ever cried out of joy. That was when my little brother was born. My mom was in the hospital and they called back to my teacher’s classroom. The teacher let me talk to my mom. Then, when she told me that she had my little brother I was so overwhelmed with joy that I started to cry. That was the first time that I ever cried out of happiness. It felt so odd to me at first because I was crying because I was happy, but then it occurred to me that you don’t always have to cry when you are sad. You can cry when you are happy too.

The Choices We Make

In life we all make choices. Ultimately we decide them, but in a way they help chose who we are. Life is like a treasure map with no perfect way to find the exact spot where the X is marked. When using the map you have to decide each way you wish to move making the best decision for the moment. Whether you make the right or wrong decision regretting is no option. Without mistakes there would be no room to grow. Without decisions there would be no mistakes and without mistakes there would be no imperfection. Thus bringing me to the world’s society and what we painstakingly consider “perfect”. What is perfect? Is it the popular girl who seems like someone who has it all put together on the outside? She has the guy, looks and life, but what about the inside? Are people really as perfect on the inside as they may seem on the out? That is what makes the world so unique. Knowing that nobody is the same and we each have our own individual flaws. Without these mistakes that everyone has, scars, cuts, burses inside and out how would we be able to tell the difference between one and other? Sure perfection is defined by a series of words in a dictionary but each individual’s definition of perfection can be different on so many levels. The depth of our lives is yet to be determined, each hour of our lives ticking on and on trying not to be pushed and shoved by our stereotypical perfection of society. To me mistakes are not perfection, but the closest thing next to it. To me there is no such thing as perfect, only the image that has been put into our heads from our date of birth. 

Wonder

Ever wonder what it feels like to feel so empty in a world that is so full. To have your heart feel like it is ripped out of its chest. Each part is broken and torn with no way to mend. Feeling heavy from the heartache, not to mention the unfixable pain. Not wanting to regret your past. Trying everything in your possible power just to keep calm and think positive. Wondering if you will ever see the light. Rubbing your eyes endlessly just hoping to get some type of better focus. The mistakes that you made have now put you here. Did you do wrong? Or Right? What now may seem one way could soon seem another. The choices that we chose to make now heavily influence our near future, not yet knowing of what it will become. At the moment those choices seemed right, but do they now? Wanting to prove everyone wrong you do everything possible to make it seem like you are happy, though you are not. The challenges that come in the next few weeks will be harder than you can ever imagine. Keeping calm and staying strong is the main goal. Tears build up from within. Not wanting others to know, you push them away. Putting on a front is what you do best. Seemingly tough, but sadly weak you are no superhero. Thick skin literally, but cannot withstand figuratively. You think that keeping all of this to build up inside is better. Life is tough in this little bubble of yours, constantly shoving people out you think will make it easier on you.