Aimen Nadeem
A2C1
Disclaimer: Rush of pelting emotions down there, a little note about who I am, and why I am the way I am. You might find this a bit too about myself, but I am so sure that one out of ten people can relate to what you're about to read. Hope you like it, and if you don't, I'm still very cool. B|
How do I say this? It's just that, I'm so tired... so tired of being the one people want me to be. I'm tired of being patronized. No bro, I want to sit and rant. I want to sit and laugh for no reason. I want to run and pant for no reason. I want to be emotional. I want to cry. I want to scream. And I want to fly.
I want to be what I feel that I should be. I don't want to fit in those talks that fly above my head. I don't want to like Edward Cullen; even Jacob Black for that matter, just so those girls could adjust me in their 'hoity toity' group. I don't want to have a boyfriend to adapt to the atmosphere of a bunch of 'cooleos' or ask him to pay for me. *sheeeh you're not my dad,bro*. I don't find the over rated jock in the next science block charming, or nearly good-looking for that matter. I want to live. I want to live fully. I want to live my life the way I want to.
I'm so exhausted. So agitated of being judged all the time. My problem: perhaps that I don't hold up my emotions. I let it all out. If I dislike someone, I'd tell them right on their faces rather than dying on the inside and speaking ill behind their backs. My problem is when I feel sad, I cry. I cry a lot. I cry all the time. Because I want to let it all out. My problem, is that I laugh. Incessantly. Unnecessarily. Without any reason at all. Well, I want to laugh, there is nothing wrong with laughing without a particular reason.
My problem is, I'm way too high sometimes. I go crazy. I'm a roller coaster. I spin around till I'm dizzy; and then I vomit. And yet again, I spin around crazy. I jump. I hug walls. I talk to those red bricked walls of my school and I LOVE hugging those hard core yet cold as ice pillars. I salute and wink to my teachers. I'm clumsy. I fall. I don't comb my hair into that perfect pony-tail. I don't gloss up my lips to look pretty. I sit in the sun. I look at the sun even after how badly tanned I am. I sit in the sun in summers. I sit in the area where the bathroom smells bad. I toss rubbish on the ground. AND I also clean up the ground after those prep-section's wild lunch breaks. I stick my head out of the car and try to scare every person I see. I sit on the floor in shopping malls and eat sweet corn. I love watching power puff girls and I always support Mojo Jojo instead of Bubbles. I sometimes listen to Miley Cyrus. I cry watching Grey's Anatomy. I don't dress up well. I wear my PJ's to my SAT exam day. I sleep while listening to metal. I laugh weird. I push my car when its not working. I fix my generator. I drill my walls. I hoot at gorgeous chicks. And I don't use nice vocabulary words that I learned during my SAT while jotting down my emotions on this anecdote.
I'm insecure. I'm jealous .I'm messed up. I'm crazy. I'm spontaneous. I'm wild. I'm dramatic. I'm emo. I'm extremely dumb. I'm hyper. I'm evil. I'm an optimist. I'm pessimistic. I'm a narcissist. I'm a sexist. I'm also a racist *sometimes. okay, no* BUT I'm me. and I'm AWESOME. *Hi5 Barney Stinson*
The peace in one's life found in that phase where one is honest to him/her self. I'm honest. I don't pretend. I'm not plastic. I'm not pretentious. I'm not fake. I can't be someone that I just don't feel right in. Because I love myself. And I don't need anyone else to love me by transforming me and making me, lets just say, like Edward Cullen (Yes, the fairy). I mean, SERIOUSLY? That's not who I am... absolutely not. People who wish to be with me, would accept me JUST THE WAY I AM WITHOUT ANY JUDGMENTS.
Exhibit A : My mom loves me. And my dad is my best friend. And I have an annoying sister who's mean to me, but loves me anyways. And most importantly, I absolutely adore myself.
In short, people generally judge a lot. Not necessarily me, but there is more to high school politics out there that one could write pages and never be done with it. People will judge, they will say things, they will rant about you, they always did and they always will. And when they do that, just remember: Life is too short to be lived according to the crowd and its rules. Its too short to ponder over the fact that why did they say something about you.
You only have one life, so live it up, drink it down, laugh it out, face your fears and regret NOTHING.
After all, High School Days won't come by again :D
A2C1
Disclaimer: Rush of pelting emotions down there, a little note about who I am, and why I am the way I am. You might find this a bit too about myself, but I am so sure that one out of ten people can relate to what you're about to read. Hope you like it, and if you don't, I'm still very cool. B|
How do I say this? It's just that, I'm so tired... so tired of being the one people want me to be. I'm tired of being patronized. No bro, I want to sit and rant. I want to sit and laugh for no reason. I want to run and pant for no reason. I want to be emotional. I want to cry. I want to scream. And I want to fly.
I want to be what I feel that I should be. I don't want to fit in those talks that fly above my head. I don't want to like Edward Cullen; even Jacob Black for that matter, just so those girls could adjust me in their 'hoity toity' group. I don't want to have a boyfriend to adapt to the atmosphere of a bunch of 'cooleos' or ask him to pay for me. *sheeeh you're not my dad,bro*. I don't find the over rated jock in the next science block charming, or nearly good-looking for that matter. I want to live. I want to live fully. I want to live my life the way I want to.
I'm so exhausted. So agitated of being judged all the time. My problem: perhaps that I don't hold up my emotions. I let it all out. If I dislike someone, I'd tell them right on their faces rather than dying on the inside and speaking ill behind their backs. My problem is when I feel sad, I cry. I cry a lot. I cry all the time. Because I want to let it all out. My problem, is that I laugh. Incessantly. Unnecessarily. Without any reason at all. Well, I want to laugh, there is nothing wrong with laughing without a particular reason.
My problem is, I'm way too high sometimes. I go crazy. I'm a roller coaster. I spin around till I'm dizzy; and then I vomit. And yet again, I spin around crazy. I jump. I hug walls. I talk to those red bricked walls of my school and I LOVE hugging those hard core yet cold as ice pillars. I salute and wink to my teachers. I'm clumsy. I fall. I don't comb my hair into that perfect pony-tail. I don't gloss up my lips to look pretty. I sit in the sun. I look at the sun even after how badly tanned I am. I sit in the sun in summers. I sit in the area where the bathroom smells bad. I toss rubbish on the ground. AND I also clean up the ground after those prep-section's wild lunch breaks. I stick my head out of the car and try to scare every person I see. I sit on the floor in shopping malls and eat sweet corn. I love watching power puff girls and I always support Mojo Jojo instead of Bubbles. I sometimes listen to Miley Cyrus. I cry watching Grey's Anatomy. I don't dress up well. I wear my PJ's to my SAT exam day. I sleep while listening to metal. I laugh weird. I push my car when its not working. I fix my generator. I drill my walls. I hoot at gorgeous chicks. And I don't use nice vocabulary words that I learned during my SAT while jotting down my emotions on this anecdote.
I'm insecure. I'm jealous .I'm messed up. I'm crazy. I'm spontaneous. I'm wild. I'm dramatic. I'm emo. I'm extremely dumb. I'm hyper. I'm evil. I'm an optimist. I'm pessimistic. I'm a narcissist. I'm a sexist. I'm also a racist *sometimes. okay, no* BUT I'm me. and I'm AWESOME. *Hi5 Barney Stinson*
The peace in one's life found in that phase where one is honest to him/her self. I'm honest. I don't pretend. I'm not plastic. I'm not pretentious. I'm not fake. I can't be someone that I just don't feel right in. Because I love myself. And I don't need anyone else to love me by transforming me and making me, lets just say, like Edward Cullen (Yes, the fairy). I mean, SERIOUSLY? That's not who I am... absolutely not. People who wish to be with me, would accept me JUST THE WAY I AM WITHOUT ANY JUDGMENTS.
Exhibit A : My mom loves me. And my dad is my best friend. And I have an annoying sister who's mean to me, but loves me anyways. And most importantly, I absolutely adore myself.
In short, people generally judge a lot. Not necessarily me, but there is more to high school politics out there that one could write pages and never be done with it. People will judge, they will say things, they will rant about you, they always did and they always will. And when they do that, just remember: Life is too short to be lived according to the crowd and its rules. Its too short to ponder over the fact that why did they say something about you.
You only have one life, so live it up, drink it down, laugh it out, face your fears and regret NOTHING.
After all, High School Days won't come by again :D
3 comments:
That was....WOW :D
I never commented on any of the articles, but this one i had too. Its aimen after all.
This is just so true. Loved it.
-Moiz
Its all trueee... great piece of work.. :)
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