Hey guisseeeee
I know I blogged like ten seconds ago but I found my notes that had the info for the Kenwood Karnival on it.
It's Saturday, April 12th, 9am-2pm. Sophomore SGA REALLY needs helping hands and volunteers to help set up and clean up so if you'd like to help out with that, talk to Mrs. Sims or Ms. Slagle. We're doing like an Easter egg hunt and cotton candy and inflatables and a cake walk and a vendor craft fair and carnival games and prizes and everything. It's going to be so good!!!
Stress: learn how to deal with it. Stop self harming and smoking and drinking and doing drugs and doing people and stuff. Get a hobby. Go for a walk. Play a video game. Talk to people. Vent. Scream into your pillow. Be happy! Pwwweeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeee, do it for me? :) You're beautiful but I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you that. All it takes is for one sad person to be happy and then there's a big huge cool chain reaction and then everybody's happy and everything is awesome and we can all be a big happy family and just hug each other for the rest of the year and love each other and be happy and yesh :3
Pssst... boring stuff ahead!
I'm dying for you to look at me. To approach me. To talk to me. To touch me. To hug me. To really look at me. To fall in love with my eyes the way everyone else seems to. To stop feeling sorry for me. To love me. To love me because I'm cute and cuddly and... vulnerable. To protect me. To kiss me. Even if it's just on the cheek. On the lips? To brush my cheek. To hold me. To tell me everything's going to be okay. To argue with me when I tell you it isn't. To take two seconds to genuinely look at me and discover things you didn't notice before. My insecurities. My vulnerabilities. My love. For you. For everything. Stop looking through me, it kills me every time you do it. If you're going to look through me then don't bother looking at me at all. Don't bother acknowledging me. I don't want you to talk to me because you pity me. I didn't ask for your sympathy. If anything just remember that I love you. Not what people say or think about you. Not people's expectations of you. Not what you think of you. I love you. I love everything about you. All your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Totally didn't just take that from a song <3
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