Tuesday, June 28, 2011

High School

High school, the most dramatic three years for teenagers: the drama, the romance and the fantasy. This is a place where the weaklings are bullied and the popular are idolize, and the best way to not be notice is to be an observant. Don’t join any clubs, don’t pay attention to the eyes of others and more important don’t ever get close with the master and servant’s relationships, in other words stay away from the bullies and the ones being bullied, because that only bring problems. Just a tip, the bullies are usually the popular ones. In that environment is really easy to figure out which is one and which is the other, just looking around if you see somebody surrounded by people while you are in the floor I may have very bad news: you were just promoted to be the bullied; but if you are surrounded and you are up then you are popular, you are one of that people who only listen to others talking good about you and trash about others, this is if you’re not the one putting somebody in a garbage can.

A place where people cry, laugh; It's where all of our emotions came from the deepest of the darkness and began to be shown in the surface of our skin. At that time we don't know who we are or what we want because we just graduate from being kids and in only three years we will be able to became adults.

High school is the scariest moment that we probably gonna have: trying to define ourselves, finding someone we can trust, being or not being popular...All the emotions, all the tests that we go through and that we have to overcome. All of this for some people can be exciting but we all feel scared even if we don't admit it.

Lily Mead Mein

Monday, June 27, 2011


While I'm sleeping I review every single mistake I made, every missteps I took... I see all my pains but I don't feel them; I'm cured.

But then i open my eyes and all the pain strikes again and I return to be that fragmented being I was before falling asleep. I take deep breath and push away the "duvet of illusions"; no matter how hard I wish for the opposite, I'm not ok. But I pick up the pieces and I keep living my day.

But during the whole day I find myself supporting the weight of all the pieces that were broken; like a hidden strength that keeps me whole and yet fragmented. So everyday are a constant fight to gather together all the pieces that are missing.

In a bad day, I return home still fragmented and sometimes the pain increases. But in the good days, for few moments I feel... like I achieved the goal, I return one piece to its place, that I'm an inch close to freedom, that the weight it's not that much and the pain it's not that strong.

And everyday, good or bad, I countdown the hours that are left until I can cover myself with the "duvet of illusions" and feel whole again.

duvet by ~NoirFeu
~Sometimes I just wish I could fall asleep forever...~

~Andie M