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Ever wondered what goes on in her mind?
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
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ramblings of a teenage girl
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
"You're crazy!"
"I know!"
And then at the end they give up saying "please breathe" and let it happen.
"I know!"
★ Breathe, please breathe. ★
Saturday, July 30, 2011 ( 9:09 AM )
Sometimes I get so lost in through I forget to breathe, or maybe I just hold my breath. If I've been quiet for a bit around you, and then I suddenly take a really big breath/gasp, that's the tell tale sign. Maybe it's like having a mini panic attack? I don't know.
When I was younger, I used to think about breathing so that I would forget to let my normal respiratory functions take place (have I mentioned this?), and then I could spend quite a while more trying to regulate my breathing pattern. I wouldn't be surprised if I developed irregular heart beat or something from staring out the window and trying to breathe. I didn't really understand the concept of "letting it happen".
I still don't really.
But that's not the point.
Breathing is something we take for granted. Every living human and animal breathes life. When we panic (which I do often) we breathe faster, when we sleep, we breathe slower. All movement and life reflects in this act alone.
When I was younger, I used to think about breathing so that I would forget to let my normal respiratory functions take place (have I mentioned this?), and then I could spend quite a while more trying to regulate my breathing pattern. I wouldn't be surprised if I developed irregular heart beat or something from staring out the window and trying to breathe. I didn't really understand the concept of "letting it happen".
I still don't really.
But that's not the point.
Breathing is something we take for granted. Every living human and animal breathes life. When we panic (which I do often) we breathe faster, when we sleep, we breathe slower. All movement and life reflects in this act alone.
I need to learn to breathe. People always say "calm down!" or "Breathe!" to me.
Makes me think of those medical dramas where the people are furiously doing CPR in a panic above someone who's pretty much dead. The contrast scares me. It's as if the live person is breathing faster, taking the dead person's share of oxygen, like they're breathing twice as fast because it's for two people.
Makes me think of those medical dramas where the people are furiously doing CPR in a panic above someone who's pretty much dead. The contrast scares me. It's as if the live person is breathing faster, taking the dead person's share of oxygen, like they're breathing twice as fast because it's for two people.
And then at the end they give up saying "please breathe" and let it happen.
On February 22nd, I was surrounded by death. On the news. Down the street. It was generally distressing, and something where I remember changed my view on life forever. We are fragile, no matter how we wish to show it, we rely on something, and then it gets taken away, or we realise it's not fit to lean on, and then we stagger, and fall, and break.
And it's hard to breathe when I realise what I'm leaning on is barely recognisable as human.
We stagger.
Fall.
And sometimes, when we break,
not only do we forget to breathe,
we stop breathing all together.
And it's hard to breathe when I realise what I'm leaning on is barely recognisable as human.
We stagger.
Fall.
And sometimes, when we break,
not only do we forget to breathe,
we stop breathing all together.
We all have times where we say stuff we didn't really mean
I just have more of these times than the average person!
I just have more of these times than the average person!
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