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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!"
I'm just going to recite this phrase a couple of times on my blog so that I don't forget.
No Running, No Jumping, No High Impact Activity.
No Running, No Jumping, No High Impact Activity.
No Running, No Jumping, No High Impact Activity.
I don't understand, why, my foot is so retarded. I don't feel a great deal of pain, so I'm not sure how reliable this pain guage thing is. I'm not sure if I've just trained myself to ignore the pain, or what, because only if I really think about, yea, I feel some pain, but it's not crippling, and it's not delayed, it's just...there. I mean, it's not like I have some sort of creepy high pain tolerance thing (well, I don't think so), it just doesn't hurt..much.
I'm not sure how to explain it. I don't even see it as "pain" really. I know it's there. I know something is wrong with it, but it isn't really "painful". It's just a niggling thing. I makes it's self known, after all, pain is just in the mind. But I know, it is no where near as painful as it was on the 30th of July, it's nothing even compared to 2 weeks ago. But I can't do anything. And it is frustrating to see everything waste away. It's over. Or is it really?
Maybe ths is what I've been fretting about all this time. This is the cause of the unwanted, snakes writhing in my stomach. This is the stem of dread which planted itself, unbeknownst to me. Wow those were cool metaphors. But perhaps I am misinterpreting the pain? I have no idea.
I don't even know what pain is. Until I remind myself of course -it's like I'm not...ME. I'm blank. I'm a shell. I'm on autopilot. That's how it feels like okay? It's not for anyone, it's not to be 'popular' because if you really know me, you'd know I no longer give a shit.
Digressing...I do have a slight addiction to exersice. But it's ever so slight, I couldn't possibly call it an addiction. I just have to keep moving, keep doing something. Being cold helps burn calories! Not sure where that came from. But there's that weird feeling, when enough is never enough...sometimes I don't have limits, or maybe forget I possess them.
I'm so confused. I end so many of my posts with confusion these days. I'm getting no where. And time is slipping through my fingers...too much ABBA/Mamma Mia.
Ah Well.
"I know!"
★ No Running, No Jumping, No High impact Activity... ★
Wednesday, August 31, 2011 ( 9:55 PM )
I'm just going to recite this phrase a couple of times on my blog so that I don't forget.
No Running, No Jumping, No High Impact Activity.
No Running, No Jumping, No High Impact Activity.
No Running, No Jumping, No High Impact Activity.
I don't understand, why, my foot is so retarded. I don't feel a great deal of pain, so I'm not sure how reliable this pain guage thing is. I'm not sure if I've just trained myself to ignore the pain, or what, because only if I really think about, yea, I feel some pain, but it's not crippling, and it's not delayed, it's just...there. I mean, it's not like I have some sort of creepy high pain tolerance thing (well, I don't think so), it just doesn't hurt..much.
I'm not sure how to explain it. I don't even see it as "pain" really. I know it's there. I know something is wrong with it, but it isn't really "painful". It's just a niggling thing. I makes it's self known, after all, pain is just in the mind. But I know, it is no where near as painful as it was on the 30th of July, it's nothing even compared to 2 weeks ago. But I can't do anything. And it is frustrating to see everything waste away. It's over. Or is it really?
Maybe ths is what I've been fretting about all this time. This is the cause of the unwanted, snakes writhing in my stomach. This is the stem of dread which planted itself, unbeknownst to me. Wow those were cool metaphors. But perhaps I am misinterpreting the pain? I have no idea.
I don't even know what pain is. Until I remind myself of course -it's like I'm not...ME. I'm blank. I'm a shell. I'm on autopilot. That's how it feels like okay? It's not for anyone, it's not to be 'popular' because if you really know me, you'd know I no longer give a shit.
Digressing...I do have a slight addiction to exersice. But it's ever so slight, I couldn't possibly call it an addiction. I just have to keep moving, keep doing something. Being cold helps burn calories! Not sure where that came from. But there's that weird feeling, when enough is never enough...sometimes I don't have limits, or maybe forget I possess them.
I'm so confused. I end so many of my posts with confusion these days. I'm getting no where. And time is slipping through my fingers...too much ABBA/Mamma Mia.
Ah Well.
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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