299.

*Sigh* Here We Are

This is the 299th post, and I still have completely no idea on what to write for the next post. Then again, the world typically throws something in my way, so hopefully this time it will actually give me something to write about in the next post. Ummm. Get ready for what will be a "raw" post. I like to call it this because it's all coming directly from the heart. All these are the raw emotions and feelings, in no way filtered by any thoughts. I just write what I've been thinking. I actually don't put up these types of posts unless I'm feeling like hosting a self-pity party or I'm just really mad at something, so this is kind of a first.

Just Stop.

People who constantly humiliate themselves and constantly insult themselves, I mean, just stop. I am one of those people. I always do this, but to some extent. I can say that from my perspective that people do this because they feel like people have been ignoring them lately. Whenever people don't really talk to me and I feel incredibly lonely, I just... throw myself a pity party. No doubt it feels great to have a pity party. You think about how bad your life is and you get to be selfish for however long the party is.

But really, does this get us anywhere? Sure our friends act and may be concerned for your well-being, but how long does that last? A day? Two? Sooner or later you'll be stuck in a rut again, feeling bad about yourself and you'll just repeat this same vicious cycle again and again. A lot of my friends are like this, and I wouldn't be surprised if the majority of them were like this.

So I'm going to try to stop throwing self-pity parties. Hopefully you'll do the same.

Lack Of Priority And Maturity

Look, I completely understand that I am just a 13 year old. I have my own naive ways, but as an observer, I can't help but feel that many of my peers don't really know what is important. I hear stories of people at "wild" parties, and the rumors are all that anybody talks about for a few days, but how the hell is that important? I mean, honestly, even I have enough sense to realize that the party is just that. A party. I don't care about it because I don't remotely like the people who were involved in it.

And then my French class. I'm so depressed that I had to transfer out of fourth block into third block because it is absolutely the most horrid class ever. The students in that class just screw around and they have no maturity whatsoever. Regardless of their age, they shouldn't be acting like how they are. I just hate that class and I am now trying to fall asleep in class (to no avail unfortunately).

Well... I'm Done.

Soooo there may not be a 300th post for a while. Maybe there will. I don't know. Just wait I guess. You guys will probably hear from me sometime next week or something, but if you don't (highly unlikely, unless I die sometime this weekend), then just sit tight. I'm sure I'll have to put up a post at one point.

Thank you for reading. I'm glad you stopped by to read my little blog. I've been trying to actually get some more viewers, but it seems like it isn't working that well. It's fine though. As long as I have you, I'll be okay. Uhhh... I'm going to assign today a 9. I am feeling pretty good about myself as of now.

"An eye for an eye only makes the world blind." - Mahatma Gandhi