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Threads

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For my blog post for this week  I thought that I’d post my favorite poem at the moment.

This poem, by Gabriel Gadfly, is not only beautifully written, but also describes how I feel at this point in life. You can relate it to leaving high school. You can relate it to leaving friends behind. You can relate it to leaving past lovers behind. In my case, I relate it to all of those things.

Threads 

From time to time,
when you have wandered
away from a person,
you wander a little further
and feel the slightest tug
at your ankle.

Looking down, you find
a thread, red or maybe
blue, barely seen,
barely there, tied
gently and trailing
as far back as you
can see and you know,
instinctively, where
it leads.

It brings you to a choice:
to take one more step,
snap the thread and
leave it where it lay,
or return from whence
you came.

Sometimes, the one’s
the best choice;
sometimes, it’s the other.

Is it not wonderful? Maybe I’m just a complete weirdo that likes poetry, but I can’t help but share it. No others words could possibly describe the way that I feel at this point in life. No matter how much I whine about wanting to leave and am counting down the days, I’m incredibly sad to leave.

I can’t imagine not seeing the few people that I care about every day. I don’t want to leave those who are staying behind and I don’t want to watch the other walk away and never look back. It’s a terrible feeling knowing that things are coming to an end, and you can only sit back and watch.

Well as Dr. Seuss said “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

I

Two-Faced

Paloma Spencer5 Comments

I cannot even describe my love for people who act like they are your friend but in actuality spend their days discussing their absolute hatred towards you.

Honestly, it makes me laugh.

But I truthfully just don’t understand the reasoning behind it.

If I never asked you to be my friend and you simply say horrid things about me, then I obviously don’t care to be your friend.

So why fake it?

I believe that if you don’t want to be someones friend, than simply don’t.

If you don’t like someone, then don’t be rude, but simply don’t talk to them.

I just don’t understand why someone would take the time to pretend to be nice to you.

It doesn’t make sense.

And I also have an issue with people who have such utter hatred towards you for no absolute reason.

If I don’t even talk to a person, then why would they even care about me?

Maybe it’s a person’s lack of happiness, or a life for that matter.

Or maybe their heart is just a tiny hardened piece of stone.

In actuality, I feel bad for these people.

For they can say as many things about a person and get as many people to side with their arrogant opinions. But in the end, at least I am not a selfish, conceded, arrogant jerk.

I thank these people for making me stronger, more confident, and more aware of the horrid people who exist in the world.

P. S.

Since you actually have the audacity to call me immature for blocking you on Facebook, I will have the audacity to tell you this.

You’re not my friend in real life, so why would I want to be your friend anywhere else.

The Old Times.

Yourcupatea2 Comments

Love
I miss the old times, I miss my friends and most importantly I miss the life I used to lead. Don’t get me wrong. After reluctantly immigrating to the United States I have become a better person. But I still can’t fight the yearning feeling that greets me everyday to return home.

At first I refused to move to the U.S but after realizing the only option was to live with my restrictive grandparents I decided to move to California on a trial basis. I wanted my friends, I wanted my family but I also wanted a life.

“Do you know your making my life hell, why do you want to ruin everything?” These were accusations I threw at my parents on a daily basis after they told me I had to join them in the move. Believing I needed parental figures and boundaries they refused to leave me thinking that I would “spiral out of control,” consequently getting no where with my life. The concept was unbearable to me, why did everything have to change?

Repeatedly my parents would say “we’re doing what we think is best for you” but to me that was no consolation. I was leaving school, I could now decide what college I wanted to go to, and what subjects I wanted to do,  yet there was one thing I couldn’t change. Moving to America.

I can’t even begin to describe my last summer with my friends. Our time spent together was some of the best moments in my life and will always be ingrained in my memory.

Listening to the radio this morning I heard Two Door Cinema “What you know” an anthem me and my best friend shared.  I couldn’t help but wonder where I’d be now if I had stayed and who I’d be.

But Darling Don’t

theycallmedame1 Comment

It is that one person who you think is your friend.

That one person who will tell you anything and everything.

That one person who will come to you, crying, because they did something wrong.

That one person who lies through choked sobs and teary words.

It is that person that will turn their back on you as soon as they get what they want.

After they have achieved their ultimate goal (whatever that may be), you are useless to them.

Tell me, what is friendship?

What does it mean to befriend someone?

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