Hey, this is Lu, formally known as Lindsay. But people tend to just call me Lu, I don't know why-- they just do.
I don't really expect anyone to read this, because no one knows me on this site thing so I'm just going to be comepletely honest and open.
I just recently turned sixteen, and I hate it. You may ask why, and my answer is a simple one. I hate growing up. Actually I'm terrified of it, getting older is one of my many fears in life. My mother calls it my "Peter Pan Syndrome." I can't really explain it, I mean, I understand it's irrational-- but it just scares the living sh** out of me.
MY LIFE...
I'm messy, and chaotic. I'm either a step ahead or two steps behind. I'm never satisfied and I always want more. I have jealousy issues, and I get angry easily. I hate crying, so I rarely do it. I'm concieted, and self conscious. I'm obnoxious, and I'm thoughtful. I'm all over the place, and a little out of control. I dislike athority figures. My biggest pet peeve is when adults shush me-- it's degrading and insulting. I never act my age.I fail at nearly everything I do.I can be happy and joyful one moment, or I can be depressing and sad the next. I barely understand myself. The only person I trust with my life is my mother-- and I'm starting to have my concerns about her. Reading about other peoples messed up lives makes me feel better about my own. I can't keep diaries because I loose interest quickly. My life is a whirlwind of emotions and I hate it yet love it.
WITH THAT SAID,
You should go read my poetry. It's not the greatest thing that you will ever read, but you'll enjoy it. So, go read, leave your thoughts, and enjoy.
I don't really expect anyone to read this, because no one knows me on this site thing so I'm just going to be comepletely honest and open.
I just recently turned sixteen, and I hate it. You may ask why, and my answer is a simple one. I hate growing up. Actually I'm terrified of it, getting older is one of my many fears in life. My mother calls it my "Peter Pan Syndrome." I can't really explain it, I mean, I understand it's irrational-- but it just scares the living sh** out of me.
MY LIFE...
I'm messy, and chaotic. I'm either a step ahead or two steps behind. I'm never satisfied and I always want more. I have jealousy issues, and I get angry easily. I hate crying, so I rarely do it. I'm concieted, and self conscious. I'm obnoxious, and I'm thoughtful. I'm all over the place, and a little out of control. I dislike athority figures. My biggest pet peeve is when adults shush me-- it's degrading and insulting. I never act my age.I fail at nearly everything I do.I can be happy and joyful one moment, or I can be depressing and sad the next. I barely understand myself. The only person I trust with my life is my mother-- and I'm starting to have my concerns about her. Reading about other peoples messed up lives makes me feel better about my own. I can't keep diaries because I loose interest quickly. My life is a whirlwind of emotions and I hate it yet love it.
WITH THAT SAID,
You should go read my poetry. It's not the greatest thing that you will ever read, but you'll enjoy it. So, go read, leave your thoughts, and enjoy.
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, and quote is 'Put your pants back on, we're not doing it tonight'. - I am a 16 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm flying in magical lands. Don't you?.
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My Poetry
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I've changed everything.
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I’m half way through insanity,
Hanging by a mere thread of lucidity,
