“Life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself.”
Unknown

“Welcome to life.

The great unknown.

It starts with a cry… the first of many.

First step.

First day.

First time.

Childhood friends.

Playground bullies.

Fractured families.

Come of age and fly the nest.

Ambitions to be the best.

Loss of innocence, life changing event…

Console each other, restore each other.

Travel the world to find one another.

Keep in touch.

Out and proud.

The quiet, the loud.

We love.

We hate.

Build

Destroy

Create.

Celebrate.

Discriminate.

Rise up and demonstrate.

We starve.

Consume.

From bus to boom.

The fast lane.

Fast food.

Bad moods.

We express ourselves.

Undress ourselves.

Allow this life to stress ourselves.

We take life.

We make life.

Record it.

Observe it.

Do everything we can to preserve it.

Break the mould.

Make the rules.

Choose a God.

Do not suffer fools.

We share it.

Grin and bear it.

Lose it all.

Find the drive.

We strive to thrive because…

We are alive.

Welcome to life.”

“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.
- Martin Luther King, Jr”

“We are born.

We walk.

We learn.

We know.

Develop concern.

We grow.

Get jobs.

Disapprove of snobs.

Call them knobs.

We meet.

Enjoy the greet.

Speak.

Our knees go weak.

Whisper of a thrill.

You give me the will.

To keep on.

Carry on.

Deal with life.

Forget death.

To cope with strife.

You show me love.

My heart floats above.

We marry.

Over the threshold you’re carried.

New life is created.

Elated.

We argue.

We hate.

You leave.

I grieve.

Tear stained sleeves.

Years go on pining for each other.

Reconnect with one another.

Whisper of a thrill.

And forget all the bother.

Grow old together.

What a life we’ve lead.

We’ve sweat, we’ve cried, we’ve bled.

You die.

I cry and ask why.

In the ground you lie, underneath the blue polluted sky.

We’ll meet again in the after life.

I go on alone.

Broken heart.

I tear apart.

Fall down.

Hit the ground.

I fail to fight.

See the light.

Lose my sight.

Six foot under.

I hear the thunder.

There’s your face.

I’m in the right place.

Whisper of a thrill.”
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Wednesday 9th November 2011

Today was okay, I had one lesson, which was awesome! Only one hour of college! My driving test is on monday and i’m kinda nervous. Okay that’s an understatement, I’m unbelievably nervous. Seems as it’s my second test, I feel that if I’ve failed once, then I will again. I know I’m being pessimistic, it’s one of my worst traits: my inability to see positive outcomes in whatever I do. It’s a different story when it’s other people, I can be optimistic then. I just have low self esteem I guess. Tomorrow will be exactly two months until my 18th Birthday! Wow. I ‘ll be old-ish. I don’t want to be 18, I quite liked being 16, 17 sucks: majory. This year has been crap. I’ve also decided I regret EVER dying my hair. I want it long and natural and the only way to do that is to shave it all off. Well maybe just grow it out but then it will look horrid for like 6 years! For my 18th I want to go shopping in the new shopping centre in London where all the celebs go, at least this year I won’t spend it crying in my room because I’m another year older ( I’m a weird child). I really want a Kindle.Their so cool, it’s facinating you can have hundreds of books all in that tiny tablet shaped thing. Deffo one for the christmas list! :)

Fearless

Taylor Swift made me FEARLESS to SPEAK NOW.

and I said Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone, I love you and that’s all I really know.

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Keep fighting and be Fearless.

Every day is a struggle, to go to college and continue my facade of being okay, of smiling on the outside and screaming on the inside, banging against invisible walls, hoping someone will hear me, someone will tell me that everything is going to be okay. Every night tears stream down my face, hastily wiped away in shame, I don’t want this, this constant worry and pain, the knot in my chest, the constant feeling in the pit of my stomach that never goes away, sometimes I can mask it; sometimes I can barely contain it. I’m completely alone in this harsh world; no one truly cares. It’s all about gain, money and greed. If I ever get the chance, I will change the world. I’ll help someone and ask for nothing in return. I never want anyone to feel how I have felt. I wonder if there are people feeling the same as me, I know there is: I want to reach out to them and tell them its okay! If we carry on fighting we can be fearless! We can beat this and come out the other side stronger! It gets better! I’m sure which is why I won’t give up; I want to live each day like it’s my last, to make mistakes and learn from them.