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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!"
Someone is having a party down the road. The bass from whatever random music they're playing is pulsating down our street. It's particularly irritating, so I am trying to balance it out with some soothing Gotye.
You know, before we moved to Auckland, my parents never used to drink. I mean, the occasional beer is excusable, but I'm a little concerned at the growing collecion of wine bottles sitting on our benchtop. I hope it is not a side effect of unnecessary stress. I used to be able to tell people that my parents didn't drink; I'd get delirious looks in response, but now that they do, I can picture the reaction 'She must do- to regain her sanity living with you!'
Anyway, haven't posted in one day, my thoughts have just kinda drifted in and out of nothingness. I have seen many things and acts of bitchiness and prejudice that I wish to shun out of my mind. I was making an honest effort to be happy, but I suppose sometimes it seems fate has other ideas (linking me to depressed people's websites). Perhaps the lack of exersise is a contributing factor, no gym, no kung fu, only one measly walk to the library. I'm a wreck.
Girls Only School is bad for my self esteem. Sometimes, I see perfection like it's in the school rules. I see stick thin-ness. Money flaunters. Sometimes, it bores me. Most of the time it only apears to bore me, I'm just trying to ignore the world so I pretennd things aren't happening they way they are, so I can paint them the way I wanted the colours to be.
This is probably because exams are in a week and I cant draw freakin' parabolas for my life. Parabola drawing will never be a talent I possess. Also, I'm going to fail English D: These aren't even life changin exams! HOW WILL I COPE WITH THE MEASLY NCEA SYSTEM?
Anyway...Nationals...for my gym buddies is in 4 days. I'm not going, thanks to my demented foot (which conviniently is healed now...suppose late is better than never). I feel pretty darn useless. As usual.
Oh well.
And one more thing, if you feel I am being bitchy, self centred or attention seeking in anyway, please just say it to my face? Please save me the paranoia and panic caused by your subtle mimicks. Thank you. Write me a clear concise hate email, cuber bully me, I don't care. Once the knowledge is in my hands, I will have a valid excuse for digging myself a deep well to jump into.
And don't lecture me. I don't need anymore lectures.
Thank you for your cooperation.
"I know!"
★ Up to now ★
Saturday, October 29, 2011 ( 9:54 PM )
Someone is having a party down the road. The bass from whatever random music they're playing is pulsating down our street. It's particularly irritating, so I am trying to balance it out with some soothing Gotye.
You know, before we moved to Auckland, my parents never used to drink. I mean, the occasional beer is excusable, but I'm a little concerned at the growing collecion of wine bottles sitting on our benchtop. I hope it is not a side effect of unnecessary stress. I used to be able to tell people that my parents didn't drink; I'd get delirious looks in response, but now that they do, I can picture the reaction 'She must do- to regain her sanity living with you!'
Anyway, haven't posted in one day, my thoughts have just kinda drifted in and out of nothingness. I have seen many things and acts of bitchiness and prejudice that I wish to shun out of my mind. I was making an honest effort to be happy, but I suppose sometimes it seems fate has other ideas (linking me to depressed people's websites). Perhaps the lack of exersise is a contributing factor, no gym, no kung fu, only one measly walk to the library. I'm a wreck.
Girls Only School is bad for my self esteem. Sometimes, I see perfection like it's in the school rules. I see stick thin-ness. Money flaunters. Sometimes, it bores me. Most of the time it only apears to bore me, I'm just trying to ignore the world so I pretennd things aren't happening they way they are, so I can paint them the way I wanted the colours to be.
This is probably because exams are in a week and I cant draw freakin' parabolas for my life. Parabola drawing will never be a talent I possess. Also, I'm going to fail English D: These aren't even life changin exams! HOW WILL I COPE WITH THE MEASLY NCEA SYSTEM?
Anyway...Nationals...for my gym buddies is in 4 days. I'm not going, thanks to my demented foot (which conviniently is healed now...suppose late is better than never). I feel pretty darn useless. As usual.
Oh well.
And one more thing, if you feel I am being bitchy, self centred or attention seeking in anyway, please just say it to my face? Please save me the paranoia and panic caused by your subtle mimicks. Thank you. Write me a clear concise hate email, cuber bully me, I don't care. Once the knowledge is in my hands, I will have a valid excuse for digging myself a deep well to jump into.
And don't lecture me. I don't need anymore lectures.
Thank you for your cooperation.
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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