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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!"
Nunchuks. That's my new swear word.
I think that my swearing is getting out of hand. If I don't stop soon, it's gonna take control, like some other things already have.
My word used to be 'random'. I said random to everything, if something was good, I'd say 'Random!' if something sucked, I'd say 'Random!' I reckon if someone had died I would have still said 'Random!'
After that, I moved to fudgemania and hallelujah. They're two seperate stages actually, but I can't be bothered going into detail. I didn't really start swearing til high school, well, I said shit and stuff but not like in every sentence. Hmmm, well maybe...
Nunchuks.
Anyway, my left hand writing is getting better! I can vaguely draw a circle with my left hand! And it's only been 3 days! Maybe in 2 weeks my handwriting might be readable! It could definately be genetic, writing and doing things with the other hand isn't actually very difficult. It takes a little effort, but once you get going it's easy as pie.
Lately I have had this ever present feeling of dread living in my stomach. Usually I can shake it off, but no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can't smoulder and forget. It's bugging me.
And the dreams are too. It's all recking havoc with my sleep. I wake up tired, which kinda defeats the purpose of sleep in the first place.
They're so vivid. Playing with my mind.
It's really creeping me out!
And there's that feeling that I want to say something but I can;t remeber. I feel anxious all the time for no reason. Are these the faults of the hormones?!
I swear I'm gonna murder them all!
NUNCHUKS!!!
"I know!"
★ A new word. ★
Wednesday, August 24, 2011 ( 10:36 AM )
Nunchuks. That's my new swear word.
I think that my swearing is getting out of hand. If I don't stop soon, it's gonna take control, like some other things already have.
My word used to be 'random'. I said random to everything, if something was good, I'd say 'Random!' if something sucked, I'd say 'Random!' I reckon if someone had died I would have still said 'Random!'
After that, I moved to fudgemania and hallelujah. They're two seperate stages actually, but I can't be bothered going into detail. I didn't really start swearing til high school, well, I said shit and stuff but not like in every sentence. Hmmm, well maybe...
Nunchuks.
Anyway, my left hand writing is getting better! I can vaguely draw a circle with my left hand! And it's only been 3 days! Maybe in 2 weeks my handwriting might be readable! It could definately be genetic, writing and doing things with the other hand isn't actually very difficult. It takes a little effort, but once you get going it's easy as pie.
Lately I have had this ever present feeling of dread living in my stomach. Usually I can shake it off, but no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can't smoulder and forget. It's bugging me.
And the dreams are too. It's all recking havoc with my sleep. I wake up tired, which kinda defeats the purpose of sleep in the first place.
They're so vivid. Playing with my mind.
It's really creeping me out!
And there's that feeling that I want to say something but I can;t remeber. I feel anxious all the time for no reason. Are these the faults of the hormones?!
I swear I'm gonna murder them all!
NUNCHUKS!!!
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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