365 Days of Summer |
This is a journal of my senior year. I decided that I want it to be the best yet. This blog is going to be the reason why I get up in the morning and go to bed at night, to write about an experience I hope will be my best yet. Everyday I'm going to write about what I did that day to make such a great year. 365 days and counting.... |
Anonymous asked: (i'd prefer to remain anonymous, but i'll just say that i was in Cabaret for the first time last year, i am a senior, and my closest friends i believe we share as mutual friends.)
1)you.are.talented. beyond.talented.
2)you.are.courageous. beyond.courageous.
3)you.are. THE definition of AMAZING GRACE.
1+2+3=you have inspired me, made me think, and given me hope for the world. seriously. so thank you. and thank you again.
and best of "luck." (i don't exactly believe in "luck" but i'm sending you my blessings and all the positive energy i can.)
now i see the true meaning of "Being Alive."
Cheerio.
i just saw this and let me say thank you. thank you very much. whoever you are. i think i’m going to restart this blog now.
So, I didn’t go to school today. That sucks, but last night I had an action-adventure dream! It was great! I haven’t had one of those in a while, and it was kind of cool. I did however wake up with the sweats. From what I recall I was repelling onto things from other things and I also was driving and fell asleep at the wheel while dreaming. I was dreaming about dreaming! I’m such a pro at dreaming. That was pretty much the only eventful thing that happened to me today. Sad, I know. The dream was still cool though.
I stayed home today, and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that. I don’t like doing that. I’m going to make it up tomorrow though, by going to school and spending a lot of money. Today I talked to my friend molly on the phone for an hour. It was nice. You know what I realized? I’m actually a nice person. I know that’s hard to believe, but you know NO IT ISN’T! I’M A NICE PERSON! I’M A GOOD PERSON! AND FOR A LOT OF REASONS. 2% PERCENT OF MY ACQUAINTANCES HATE ME. To list some people who don’t hate me and in fact love me: The President of LaSalle Academy, The Principal of LaSalle Academy, the entire administration of Lasalle Academy, and every single teacher I’ve EVER had, and all the guidance counselors at LaSalle Academy, and all the directors I’ve ever dealt with, and all the other important people I’ve ever met ever in my entire life. I could go on and on and list all of my friends and acquaintances who think that I’m a pretty nice person, but I think you get the point. If that wasn’t reason enough to think that I’m a pretty good person then I would say that those 2 percent of my acquaintances that hate me I don’t hate at all. And please one last thing can someone please tell me when we started justifying hatred? I don’t hate anyone. Including hypocrites, and that I think is rather large of me. So there, turns out I’m not such a horrible person after all.
I have no idea what day this is, but I really don’t care so I’m going to choose an even number because I hate odd ones. So, I’ve decided to reincarnate this blog for many reasons. Please, let none of you unfollow me, because well this blog has potential. I’ve done a lot of stupid things. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve done a lot of things wrong. I’ve done SOOOO many things wrong. The point is that I can’t take back anything that I’ve done, but there are far more good things that I’ve done then bad. There is nothing I can do about what I’ve done so far. I can only say this, sorry. None of us can do anything, but say sorry. If we want to not do the wrong things of the past then we must first say sorry. Then, we should stop feeling sorry for ourselves. I’d like to focus all of you tumblrs’ attention to an Ojibwa saying- “Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.” Think about that one for a second. Let’s stop feeling sorry for ourselves and do something about it. Let’s all start by just saying sorry, and be done with feeling that emotion. So, sorry. 70 days down and 295 to go. I think.
I’m going to be honest life really sucks right now. I have hope though. I’m sorry that I do, but I do. No one and nothing can change that. Lately I’ve been crazy and it’s not been me. I have ripped myself apart and have delved down into the heart of me. What’s left is hope. Hey Tumblrs, this has mostly been nonsense, but I have hope for me and I have hope for you. 342 days and counting and all I have is hope.
For a while now I’ve been waiting for someone. Someone who cares about me, often times more then myself. Someone who can love me when even I don’t love me. Someone who has unconditional love for me, who never ceases to amaze me in their love for me. For a while now I’ve been waiting for someone to be more then a friend. For a while now I’ve needed to not be lonely anymore. For a while now I’ve need someone who can make me feel good when I’m sick, someone to help take away the pain. For a while now I’ve needed someone to crowd me with love. For a while now I’ve been waiting for you. 343 days and counting tumblrs and I’m not waiting anymore.
One of my friends once told me “Tyler, We make our own happiness.”, she was right but you make me happier then I ever could. I don’t think I have ever been this happy, ever. I don’t know how you do it, but every second I look at you I smile. I’ve never been this happy before, never. I love you more than life itself and I mean that. I gotta feeling this is going to be a great year tumblrs….243 days and counting and I am happier then ever before.
You told me so.
I’ve never felt this way before.
I know nothing. I wish I knew something, but I know nothing. I wish I knew you better, I wish you knew me better. Do I love you? Or is that pre-mature? Do I like you? Do you like me? Why do I do such impulsive things when I’m with you? Am I a player? Are you? Can I trust you? Do I like her? Do you like him? Do I even like your type? Why don’t I know the answer to any of these questions including this one? I wish I knew the answer to these questions. I really do. Just when you think you’ve got life figured out you realize you really don’t 347 days and counting tumblrs and I know nothing.
P.S. I miss a friend. I hate when things like these happens. When you think your friend isn’t your friend anymore or doesn’t want to be anymore. When you think they’re only your friend to be nice to you. I think that right now, a lot. Come back friend or at least tell me what’s up?