"pretty"

what is being pretty. im reading this book were anyone who hasnt had the "pretty" operation is ugly? we judge so much and we even judge ourselves but what is pretty. what is the common beautiful face. what is the perfect size for a nose and the perfect face shape and the right color eye. you think of you you think are pretty but have you ever asked others who they think are pretty. its pretty consistant but everyone thinks others are pretty who others dont. so what is it. what is being pretty. i think everyone is beautiful. you look at someone and everyone has that one special quality and makes them them. unique. and why is it so important. prettiness consumes so many peoples minds they judge others and themselves but all it is is a word thats all a silly opiniated word.

unhappiness

what is the point in life? why do we wear cloths, wear make up, go to school, love? what the point? if you go into your mind and think hard what the point in everything. we live we die. when in life you come across someone and all they do is care about work. why? why waste the how many years we have on a job. or waste the young good years in school. yes we want to get smart to get a good job so we can have money and live a happy life. but yet we only have so much time on earth and so many people spend it all tied up in their job. and its not only that because work makes some people happy is mostly to the people who are not. you go through life and die with a frown upon your face? whats the point? wasting the little amount we have on unhappiness.

a blank dream

Have you ever had an reacquiring dream? where you have the strong sense of deja vu but you still dont know whats going on? and every night you just wake up heart racing and whatever happened in the dream felt like real life? i was in a whitle room. nothing inside except a boy in the corner. i try and talk to him yet i get no respose and the only thing im thinking about is absolutly nothing. my mind is black i cant think.... i cant run... i dont even try to escape, or even know if i ned to im just there trying to talk to the boy. thats the dream. do dreams mean anything? and if they do what would this dream mean?

extraordinary

do you ever feel like you need to have something beyound normal to be special? maybe something along the lines of having a special power or a vampire or wizard? you read about all these people in stories who have extraordinary gifts and then when you come back to reality its just you. you dont have x-ray vision ....super strengh ....or can fly. its just you and all these stories makes you feel like your the one man out. even as if you dont deserve to have a good life. even if you just help someone across the sreet your a hero to someone which makes you special. like in the incredibles if everyone is special then no one is. i just wish that maybe to someone im one of the few who are special even if its just to one person. one person who thinks im good and whole and incredible and with my personality and kindness i have an extraordinary gift

love novels

I read. i read to fill the empty void in my heart. i always think its my age. im so young ....i dont need to worry about or need it at all yet the black hole is still there. so instead of worrying about it i read. i read about others in my situation and how they find it and the way the auther explains it fills it. not completly a good quarter. i always put myself in the story feeling how they are feeling. When the character falls in love i do at the same time. Its an amazing feeling at least till i come back to reality and realize i have special and powerful as love in my life. but i have hope that if it happens to others i will get my chance to. its all i need is a chance. to feel special to someone. Isnt that what everone wants? to feel special to know someone outside of family members love you? that that one person would do anything to keep you?

my dead dear friend

I had this dream. An old friend of mine and i were in the school. It was just us. Like we were the only two people in school. We decided to ditch our class and walk around. Then out of the blue a friend of his came out and stabbed him directly in the heart.. he died instantly. I didnt even get to say goodbye. I woke up crying and calling out his name. It felt so unbelievably real. I had to check his facebook to make sure he was alive. I think about that dream. It kills me. its what happened in real life. he is gone now and i didnt even get to say goodbye. who knows what kind of person he is? i have heard things. he has changed, gone. My friend. He is here, but he has a different look on his face, a different intake on life, worries about the wrong things. This has been the 5th night i have had this dream over and over watching him die. Just taken away from me.