Topics are hard to find. That's why I mostly blog about garbage. If I don't blog about these things, I'd have zero posts. I don't know which is worse, to blog about nonsense or to not blog at all, but since I've started already, I think I should just throw in some words here and hope to make sense.
So I'm reading this hyper-girly book titled "P.S. I Loathe You" from The Clique Series. It's not a shameful thing to do, really. The title makes it seem like a book for airheads, but I think it's better off classified as an easy read. I could breeze through this in a couple of hours, unlike, say, E. Lockhart's The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks (which got so tedious in the middle, I had no choice but to move on to other books). I first read The Clique when my best friend lent it to me when we were in fifth grade and I guess I just felt like I had to keep on reading for old time's sake but lately, I realized how it got better as the series progressed.
I think I shouldn't leave out the fact that The Clique is just unethical. I was laughing, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that these characters I'm laughing at are exactly the type of people who would stab my back in real life and make life awful for average people, in general. I'd find that bridge, eventually. Nobody would admit it but there are cliques in real life and people get stabbed.
I got stabbed several times, and I don't even know why God would make their words reach me but when they did, I felt so minor. They talk as if the world and its inhabitants were for them to make fun of. It shouldn't be funny but people are laughing, and that made everything look right instead of wrong. I don't know if it's my mistake for caring, but you can't just act so apathetic when people are beating you down, rather purposely.
Here's a repost from my March 11 post. I don't think anybody has read the whole thing. I hope nobody did.
I don't want to type more. I believe this is long enough to be published as a decent blog post. Onto the orange button now.
[I hated this post, by the way. It feels as though this has been the worst I've ever typed. I just wanted to make my sidebar look better with another post. I'm ready for deletion soon. And by the way, I know it's the twenty-third tomorrow. >:)]
So I'm reading this hyper-girly book titled "P.S. I Loathe You" from The Clique Series. It's not a shameful thing to do, really. The title makes it seem like a book for airheads, but I think it's better off classified as an easy read. I could breeze through this in a couple of hours, unlike, say, E. Lockhart's The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks (which got so tedious in the middle, I had no choice but to move on to other books). I first read The Clique when my best friend lent it to me when we were in fifth grade and I guess I just felt like I had to keep on reading for old time's sake but lately, I realized how it got better as the series progressed.
I think I shouldn't leave out the fact that The Clique is just unethical. I was laughing, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that these characters I'm laughing at are exactly the type of people who would stab my back in real life and make life awful for average people, in general. I'd find that bridge, eventually. Nobody would admit it but there are cliques in real life and people get stabbed.
I got stabbed several times, and I don't even know why God would make their words reach me but when they did, I felt so minor. They talk as if the world and its inhabitants were for them to make fun of. It shouldn't be funny but people are laughing, and that made everything look right instead of wrong. I don't know if it's my mistake for caring, but you can't just act so apathetic when people are beating you down, rather purposely.
Here's a repost from my March 11 post. I don't think anybody has read the whole thing. I hope nobody did.
They know what’s right and what’s wrong but they don’t think it matters because nobody makes it matter. Or, maybe there are some people who discerns these things, but who are they? Do these socially-obsessed people even listen to them? I know for a fact that there’s only one answer to that and it’s got only two letters long. NO. I’ve stated it so many times way back when I liked the color orange. My youth was effing wasted on hating the concept of their lame existence and I’ve had it. Period.
I just want to get on with school and be a pupil. I don’t want to be a warrior. I don’t want to be a female canine. I don’t want to ruin the lives of other girls because I know, from experience, how awful that is for everyone. My conscience is fully alive right now and I just want to do my duties and blog in the most innocuous manner possible for a person like me. Or a person, in general. That’s where I’m happy. That’s where I’m at peace.
I don't want to type more. I believe this is long enough to be published as a decent blog post. Onto the orange button now.
[I hated this post, by the way. It feels as though this has been the worst I've ever typed. I just wanted to make my sidebar look better with another post. I'm ready for deletion soon. And by the way, I know it's the twenty-third tomorrow. >:)]
