"Old Habits Die Hard"
How is it that the person who pushes people into greatness not know how to do it to himself/herself? How is it that the one teaches can't seem to learn?
I often try to remember the milestones in my life that made me grow. I try to remember the heartbreaks, the failures, the rejection, the sorrows, the losses, the despair. Yet, when I do, I find myself staring at the wall with nothing on my mind. Then, I realized that there was nothing to remember. There's nothing to remember because I still think like a child.
I still think that boys are annoying brats that pull on your pig tails. I still think that liking a boy is the worst and most disgusting thing you could possibly do. I still think that joining new things and trying is the most terrifying thing in the world, that stepping in a room full of strangers is the worst scenario possible, and that everyone else is leaving me there to die. Yet, I'm the one who says everything is otherwise. I play match maker. I'm the one that convinces everyone else to try this and try that, but I'm stuck.
Sometimes, I believe that this is all a dream, that I'll wake up in the arms of the person I love so much and I'll go to work as the boss or I'll go to school and I'm the well-rounded valedictorian. After that, I'll go out for lunch with my friends and have busy days. Sometimes, I believe I'll wake up and I'm actually progressing and mature and that this was all a nightmare. Alas, I never do. I'm wandering lost and lonely just waiting for the sun to set on this day that'll never end.
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Musing
AlteleShort essays, maybe even poetry. This isn't a love story written in rhymes or narratives. This is the story that everyone goes through. In this, you will find 2am thoughts, tears, rants, good bye's, and hello's. You will find the little things I lea...
