Life Lesson #2

It's the ones who care too much that will certainly be stepped over.

Life Lesson #1

The amount you steal from life will be the amount stolen from you.

Deep thoughts

You know I think it's saddest thing is no one actually reads the posts that have more deeper meanings to them.

You can read about my past and how I came to be, but you don't want to know who I am today? Or how I think?

The will to live

I sometimes think to myself that I wished I had the strength of an ant. Ashamed, for something so small and so less intelligent is stronger than I.

How did I come up with this thought? I once squished an ant in my room by folding over the tip of a newspaper onto the ant who was crawling on it. Once peeled back, I saw that I had broken its arms, back, and its body parts almost separated. Yet it still continued to crawl, only, slower this time. And I was sitting there amazed and staring back at it asking to myself, why is this ant not quitting, but is still walking? Why does it not give up already?

So from that point on, I look at ants with respect and without consideration of hurting another ant.

Memorials

It's funny how we celebrate the deaths of those in the past instead of their birth. It's as if we're saying I'm glad you left when you meant the opposite--thanking them for once being in your life.

How my day was in a phrase

The water is calm before the storm.

So Zoe ...

I'm telling yuu. Once I start to do something, somehow, someway, it'll become trendy. Now thanks to the Girl Online book, it'll spark inspiration for many other teenage girls to start blogs of their own. Not that teenage girls never had blogs before, and I know Zoe, the girl who wrote the book, had one way back in 2009, but sooner or later this new herd will think its cool to suddenly to have a blog, then ditch the blog after leaving it only with one or two posts realizing having a blog isn't as great as the girl in the book made it seem to be.

Coincidentally, I read a few pages of her book and found it how funny it was that my blog intro sounded so similar the main character's blog. The "who would even read this" and one other line I've forgotten was what caused me to think this. Oh right, the anonymity.

Gets me thinking if I'm really like all the rest of the girls in the world. The cliche ness of my life.