Most horrifying thing I've read in a while.

In junior high, there was a kid on my bus who would always run home as soon as the bus dropped him off. We would laugh at him every day. We didn’t know that he ran because he wanted to make sure his sister hadn’t killed herself while he was gone at school. One day, he missed school. A week after, he was back. He stopped running.

I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm so fed up with

how big a deal people make it when someone likes the same sex.
SHUTTHEFUCKUP, IT'S NORMAL.

Let's just turn this blog into a list of things Mandy hates.

Also, I hate my phone.

That is all.

I can see why people change their names.

Because sometimes, you just get so sick of hearing your name.
Not the actual sound of it, but the context.
Mhmmm. Fuck people.

Sleeping, Y U NO HAPPEN NO MOAR?
Lie, I'm sure it'll happen soon.
I wish I could just be an insomniac, and never sleep again.
Even if Fight Club tells me that when you have insomnia you're never really awake and you're never really asleep.
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Or maybe I wish I could just sleep all the time.

Or maybe I use sleeping or lackthere of to hide from life.
I used to think, "fightlifewithlife".
Now I don't care.

I just want change.

GOOD CHANGE, DAMMIT.

I want to listen to Taking Back Sunday all night.
I want everything to be like grade 6 and 7, when no matter how bad everything got, I could always go home, and lay in my bed with Taking Back Sunday blaring from my stereo. And that would make it better. It always would. Sometimes it would take 3 minutes, and sometimes it would take 2 hours.

What makes it all better now?
I don't actually know, because I normally just go to sleep when things get bad.
Except for when I can't sleep, then I don't know what I do.

I just want change.
GOOD CHANGE, DAMMIT.

Maybe if I keep saying that, it'll happen.
nfdsjdkfnkjf, I feel randomly anxious, and I feel uncomfortable blogging about this. I don't want to portray someone who is depressed all the time because I'm
not.
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I just-

Nevermind. Homework.

Maybe things aren't so bad. I think I'll try to make a list of things that make me happy in a bit. Cause then I can be happy. Like any human being is supposed to be.

It's Kind of a Funny Story.
Friday.

You can not even begin to fathom my excitement.

So, I was talking to my mom about stretching my ears more. I told her a handful of reasons why I'd like to, and why it'd be okay, and she continued to say no. Then I asked "Why?"
She replied "Because it's ugly."
So, Me: Everyone has their own standard.
Her: What does that mean?
Me: Everyone has their own standard of beauty.

And, I must say, I almost got her there. I think she was impressed.

I'll finish convincing her tomorrow morning. (:

That reminds me, we were having a debate-like conversation in civics the other day, and I gave a reason for something, and my teacher tried to prove me wrong. I actually had a good comeback to it, and was prepared to back myself up, but I didn't get the chance. It was all I could think about for the rest of the day.

YEAH, I have the knowledge and insight to back up my opinions. Now all I need is the confidence to speak up.

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