Youth

When I was 14,

I scented all my papers at school.

I matched everything, even if I had to make alterations to my clothes.

I was obsessed with music culture. I wrote songs at school, and choreographed dances at home.

I drank a cappuccino every morning before class with the other girls.

I had a crush on the star lacrosse player, but I never even went to one game.

I was oblivious to many guys who actually did like me.

I started dying my hair. I chopped it all off a year later.

I had the whole world ahead of me and didn't even know it.

Is it wrong?

Is it wrong that I judge many people for being completely full of themselves, close-minded, and spoiled little rich kids all grown up? The truth is I really don't know what all they have been through, and even if I did, what makes me so much better? The fact that I'm real. Well, in my experience, "real" is being able to hold your own, without having to put others down.

I wonder

I wonder if the fact that I can't whistle, swim, roller-skate, ride a bike or eat vegetables says anything about my character.

True Story

Sometimes you have to learn how to love people from a distance.

The Beginning

Today is the first in a series of days that I will be posting a new revelation. These might be silly or witty or honest, but they will all be new.

There are 2 billion people in the world starving and I don't eat leftovers.