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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!"
It makes me feel shallow minded when highly intelligent people my age discuss career options and what they plan to do with their lives in such clarity, while I wonder out loud about stupid and unnessecary things like why toes evolved so differently from fingers. I just wonder, aren't there better things for me to waste my brain cells on? (If I have any brain cells which haven't malfunctioned of course, even a couple that are capable of doing things correctly.) All these people, so potential ridden and perfect, thinking of others before themselves.
On top of all that, I read this >http://ourfeistyprincess.blogspot.com/
It's heartbreaking.
So now I feel like a terrible person.
Looking through my school report last year, I feel as if these stupid teachers know nothing. Many of them used 'friendly' to describe me. My mum reckons that they just use a template and cut and paste everybody's name into the little comment box. I can't help but feel a little neglected, but I guess being a 3rd former/Turd/Year 9 is just an excuse to put less effort into the report and remain oblivious to the facts. (On the bright side, it was a pretty positive report.)
I think it may be this oblivious outlook on life that sets off the sudden and dramatic realisation of insignificance when you compare yourself to the rest of the world. That horrible lost feeling I get so often. Does acknowledging this insignificance make a difference to your outlook and achievements in the world?
Argh school tomorrow.
Time to can my ramblings.
Back to purgatory.
=.=
"I know!"
★ Shallow-Minded ★
Monday, October 24, 2011 ( 9:16 PM )
It makes me feel shallow minded when highly intelligent people my age discuss career options and what they plan to do with their lives in such clarity, while I wonder out loud about stupid and unnessecary things like why toes evolved so differently from fingers. I just wonder, aren't there better things for me to waste my brain cells on? (If I have any brain cells which haven't malfunctioned of course, even a couple that are capable of doing things correctly.) All these people, so potential ridden and perfect, thinking of others before themselves.
On top of all that, I read this >http://ourfeistyprincess.blogspot.com/
It's heartbreaking.
So now I feel like a terrible person.
Looking through my school report last year, I feel as if these stupid teachers know nothing. Many of them used 'friendly' to describe me. My mum reckons that they just use a template and cut and paste everybody's name into the little comment box. I can't help but feel a little neglected, but I guess being a 3rd former/Turd/Year 9 is just an excuse to put less effort into the report and remain oblivious to the facts. (On the bright side, it was a pretty positive report.)
I think it may be this oblivious outlook on life that sets off the sudden and dramatic realisation of insignificance when you compare yourself to the rest of the world. That horrible lost feeling I get so often. Does acknowledging this insignificance make a difference to your outlook and achievements in the world?
Argh school tomorrow.
Time to can my ramblings.
Back to purgatory.
=.=
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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