What's the difference between Loosing your Mind and Falling Inlove?... - None.

The problem is - choosing... But how can there be a problem which guy to choose, when you know you can't have either one of them...

" This is so lame I can't believe I'm doing this, but I am, so... Since mostly life is online now, and there is this trend to "twit" or "post on your wall" nearly everything what happens, like "I broke a nail today, poor me, press LIKE if you feel the same way" or "O M G what a bitch she is" and stuff like that, I am using this to say how sorry I am for being me. Just, please, hear me out first, before saying anything. I know I look like a scarecrow most of the time with my hair all messed up, and the way I dress, talk and act, and the thing that bothers me - I don't actually look like that while I don't have to go anywhere, I believe a lot of girls has this problem, but anyway, sometimes I look like a freak or just weird, because It's who I am. Weird. Awkward and freaky... I walk fast, because I think time will go faster if I walk five steps instead of three. I pretend to be as cold as ice, because I think it's easier to live like that instead of getting hurt by someone you like or even love, I honestly don't know how it works, 'cause I never loved anyone yet, can't really say I'm hoping to, but who knows... I express my emotions with a bang when I'm in the mood, or not so much, and it does have consequences when exposed at the wrong time at the wrong place... I run down the stairs at school after the bell rings, 'cause I just want to get out of it as quickly as possible, usually for no reason, just an instinct I guess, from my old school.... I walk around looking like a zombie sometimes. And sometimes I just seem like an animal, whose been in a cage for too long, and wants to get out and feel free... But actually I do feel like that for real, not just seem like it.... I know I do stupid stuff, say things wich can and do hurt others, even if I don't mean it, or sometimes I just don't say enough, 'cause I think it's not worth saying, and it's not hard to imagine, that I regret afterwards, but those who know me, those few friends - they know it's who I am... I realise it's low saying this kind of things online, but I just want people to know this. I need people to know this. People who see me all the time at school, doesn't matter if they're hanging out with me or not, if they know me or not... I just need to say this, out loud, well, write it out loud, because I am sorry for living. I'm not miss popularity, I'm not miss Universe, I don't drink, smoke or do drugs, I don't go out, I don't date, I don't communicate much, I don't live. And yet I am still sorry for living a life... I can't make up my mind if I do or don't care if anyone reads this piece of garbage, 'cause it's what this is, just like the rest of my sappy entries on my blog.... So.... Thank you and Good Night.... P.S. Sorry for everything I did wrong....... Later... " - I wrote this on my FB couple a weeks ago, and these are the words, wich inspired my friend to give me a strong speech about how and why I should stop feeling sorry for living.. I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing then, but I do now.. At least I'd like to think so... I received (finally) a letter from a friend - long time, no see, and yet I got it, at last. I wanted to read it as fast as I could so during the break between lesson, wich was long enough for me to get the letter, and come back - grabbed the keys from my mail box at the post office and just ran... I ran down the hill and my steps were so loud, that everybody knew I was coming, they looked at me and laughed, but I didn't care, the only thing I cared was the Letter, to get it as quick as possible.... And when I finally was holding it in my hands, without even opening it I felt so happy... I mean, when the past few weeks I wasn't doing so great, the letter was the best thing that happened to me during this time... I guess I can say that all of my troubles are just my imagination, and none of them are serious problems, but I just keep feeling like a total failure, and these small tasks wich keep on failing or going the wrong way just gets under my skin and sometimes I can't take it any more... That's when I explode... And like I said - it's not pretty... But nobody has a clue how satisfied to be alive and have friends I felt after reading the two last pages of the letter.... I am more than grateful to my friend, who didn't backed down on me and put a spark of optimism and hapiness into my smoldering fire wich was almost out. But thanks to Her, I felt so good, like I never felt in these past days.... I'm so lucky to have such friends... Sometimes I even think if I deserve them... "You'll probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smile"... So I think like that too... Hell I deserve to smile.... It's just too bad I don't do it often... Don't have a good reason why, most of the time, but today I smiled... It was a real smile... Been a while since the last time I felt a real one on my lips... Usually I just try my best to fake it so that no-one else could see when I'm seriously sad, but it doesn't trun out that way, usually... I just seem angry to others and that's all... But today was different.. I really felt a true smile... I was smiling... And didn't care what others thought about me, when they saw me sitting on the sidewalk with a pile of papers in my hand with hand written words all over them... Why should I care?.... I already care too much all the time, I'm always on my best behaviour, I help people more than they could get help (sometimes), I put others needs in front of mine most of my freaking time... So hell yeah, I think I deserve to smile and be a selfish bitch once in a while.... I got so sick and tired of being the good one all the time, it was really getting on my nervous and brains... Just one day, even one day I'd like to be taken care of... Get some guys attention, not because I know the answers, but just because... For no reason... Gifts, presents, surprises made without any reason are the best ones... Especially said sweet words about you or to you.... I read something so deep and yet so simple that I said to myself I'll hang those pages from the letter on my wall.... Those 12 reasons why I should not be sorry for living was just the thing I needed to feel alive for a sec.... And even the running had a different meaning afterwards... I felt so good after it I realised what I was missing all this time.. Feeling Free.. Unstoppable... Not caring about anything... I had too many arguements, too many times I felt like cr#p because of what others said to me or about me.... I felt like I was the bad guy all the time just by being the good one... Seriously - WTF?!?!?!?!........... Too bad the effect of the encouragement only lasted for so long... After I got home the attack of negative emotions were too powerful for me to fight back with that small spark, wich didn't have enough time to start a fire... I felt like I was trying to hold on to it with all my strenght, but something stronger kept pulling the spark out of my bleeding hands.... Until... I lost it... I just got tired of being on my own and by myself... Being alone....... I read it again, and I felt good - again... But it keeps fading away... It's strong, but not strong enough... Not yet.. I need more to keep me conected to life....

Sleep easy
xoxo Teja.....

Try to find someone decent on the "free internet" to talk to... You sit for 5 minutes and after looking around you realise that you're among imbeciles and only few people is worth chatting with... It hurts... But what hurts more - is realising that the Real ones - are all taken... Sucks, bites, blows, doesn't it ? Damn.. I'm such a mess...... No wonder I don't get the attention I desire.....

When People look at me they usually see anger... But I'm just sad... Sometimes when they are looking at me, they see me as an arrogant bitch because I don't make a single sound... But I'm just a quiet person... Most of the time anyway... Why ? Because I daydream at anytime and anywhere and at those moments I'm usually silent... Why ? Because My Dreams hurts less than The Reality around me... SO next time You see me "angry ar an arrogant bitch" - hold that thought for a sec., and please, think again before making a conclusion out of what you see and just ask : "What's up?" I'll be more than glad to answer : "Nothing much, just dreaming... How about you ?"

'My life is turning upside down, but somehow I managed to stay were I am, or at least turn just by a small small dial...' - That is how I describe changes in my life... Something strange has been going on since the New Year - go figure.... These past three months had been quite akward... The further is going this year - the more I'm believing that those wishes, wich my friends gave me on my 18th B-Day, are seriously coming true... I don't know who else to explane these things wich are happening... I'm not going to list them all here, but something strange in a good way is happening...

Like - I won two competitions I've entered in a row -- that had never happened before, well because I never entered anything before in my life... Next - I decide to go to the Nationals , about wich I have never even thought of participating in... But you know what - I actually enjoyed it, yeah, you can imagine my surprise.... Though I made a stupid, huge mistake... I should've done something the other way around, but I guess I'll just have to live with disappointment, heard it builds character..... So anyway, I got over my fears and took part in the National... Odd, but I managed to make some friends.... I even got a small award, wich I totally haven't expected... Though deep in my heart I was kinda hoping for a medal, a girl can dream, can't she?.... But on second thought - maybe it's just for the best... I had a wonderful opportunity to see the other side of the coin, I met people with similar ideas to mine and I now know what I'm capable of... SO I guess the saying - 'It's never too late' or 'Better late than never' really works for me at this point... I can't help not noticing how I was around other students, I mean, how there was this like a whole new side of me infront of them... Some things I said, I said them on purpose, but some came completely out of nowhere... I know I have this 'talent' but I never thought I could make it useful for me, maybe because I never tried it before... You know, just to let it out and see what happens... I'd really like to think that I CAN change and that I AM changing, I'd really like that, but still I could never allow myself the luxury of doing some things... Like I like to say - There are boundaries for everything and everyone... Though I absolutely must confess - I enjoyed this event more than I could've ever thought... I had fun - that's what matters to me the most... If I would've allowed myself to be draged into the fears cruel and cold arms - I'd probably would not be writing any of this right now... I'm more than glad that I faced this choas in my mind and won the battle...

'I'll see ya...'
Sleep easy
xoxo - T. ;]