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I don't know if I want people to read this. I wish there was a feature for your own private blogs.
I think a lot. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. I remember reading something about thinking too much in a book or maybe a short essay. I wish I could remember it.
But, even though I want to find it, I won't. It's just my nature I guess. I have to be very motivated to do anything at all. If I'm not rewarded or forced to do something, I simply won't do it. So, like I just took my jeans off. Because I didn't have enough space in there. If you get what I mean I guess. That's my reward. Now I can actually shift my position and not hurt myself. Or earlier. I made eggs for the second time ever. I made scrambled eggs, and they were really good. The satisfaction I got out of that was that I filled my appetite and felt proud, even though all I did was scramble eggs. And then Pokemon. I don't play competitive. I just play it like a little kid does. I really don't know what drives me to play it. I don't have anyone to play with. I don't get recognition from anyone when I beat a gym leader or do something in game. Maybe I just like the time count. Maybe I just like seeing that I put time into something and it came out to something cool. Maybe I'm just immature. Which is really weird actually. People see me as mean in real life. It's one of the first things a girl in my Geometry class asked me. Why do you hate me. I don't. Why don't you talk. I dunno. Oh. And then even throughout school so far. Other kids who were quiet got picked on and teased. I was just ignored. Don't know why. Maybe I just seemed different.
And lately, when I think too much, I get sad. I really don't get it. It's like I realize something about life and just get sad over it. Nothing helps it either, except a nap. I take a nap and whatever it was is gone from my head, and I'm fine. And I don't like it when I'm sad either. The way you feel is pretty bad. You don't really want to do anything at all. One day, I was sad because I was bored. Nothing to do on the computer, Wii. I don't watch TV. I didn't want to play my DS. I didn't want to do anything, but yet I longed for something to do. And I felt sick to my stomach, because I knew it shouldn't be that way. Frustration turned to anger I suppose. How the hell did I have nothing to do. Mom, can I do anything for you. No, I'm good. So I just got in my bed and fell asleep. I didn't want to, but I did. And I couldn't fall asleep. I shed a tear even I think. And I felt pathetic. You're crying. What the hell are you even crying about? You want a purpose. You want something to do. You need something to do that will make you happy. But what makes me happy. People make me happy. But I can't bring myself to talk to them. They have to talk to me, and even then a part of me doesn't want to talk to them. So I respond awkwardly. And then they don't talk to me again. And it isn't like I'm suicidal or anything, not even depressed. There are just some days where I feel blah. Like not happy, not sad. I take the opportunity to kind of step back and look at my life without emotion. And whenever I do, I see stuff that I never notice. Like how that one picture is really nice. Or that I miss my grandma. And whatever it is that I see, I always end up crying. And I can't help it. And it isn't because I'm sad, but because I'm happy that I got to see that. Some people might thank God. I don't know what to thank. I'm not sure if there is a God. It isn't because I'm afraid to dismiss it either, I just don't know. And my one religious friend asked me. Do you believe in God. I don't know. How can you not know. I just don't. Do you go to Church? No. But I was baptized. That doesn't make sense. You have to believe in something. Do you believe in Jesus Christ. Maybe. But I don't know for sure. You either believe or you don't.
I just hope someday I understand what I don't know.
I don't know if I want people to read this. I wish there was a feature for your own private blogs.
I think a lot. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. I remember reading something about thinking too much in a book or maybe a short essay. I wish I could remember it.
But, even though I want to find it, I won't. It's just my nature I guess. I have to be very motivated to do anything at all. If I'm not rewarded or forced to do something, I simply won't do it. So, like I just took my jeans off. Because I didn't have enough space in there. If you get what I mean I guess. That's my reward. Now I can actually shift my position and not hurt myself. Or earlier. I made eggs for the second time ever. I made scrambled eggs, and they were really good. The satisfaction I got out of that was that I filled my appetite and felt proud, even though all I did was scramble eggs. And then Pokemon. I don't play competitive. I just play it like a little kid does. I really don't know what drives me to play it. I don't have anyone to play with. I don't get recognition from anyone when I beat a gym leader or do something in game. Maybe I just like the time count. Maybe I just like seeing that I put time into something and it came out to something cool. Maybe I'm just immature. Which is really weird actually. People see me as mean in real life. It's one of the first things a girl in my Geometry class asked me. Why do you hate me. I don't. Why don't you talk. I dunno. Oh. And then even throughout school so far. Other kids who were quiet got picked on and teased. I was just ignored. Don't know why. Maybe I just seemed different.
And lately, when I think too much, I get sad. I really don't get it. It's like I realize something about life and just get sad over it. Nothing helps it either, except a nap. I take a nap and whatever it was is gone from my head, and I'm fine. And I don't like it when I'm sad either. The way you feel is pretty bad. You don't really want to do anything at all. One day, I was sad because I was bored. Nothing to do on the computer, Wii. I don't watch TV. I didn't want to play my DS. I didn't want to do anything, but yet I longed for something to do. And I felt sick to my stomach, because I knew it shouldn't be that way. Frustration turned to anger I suppose. How the hell did I have nothing to do. Mom, can I do anything for you. No, I'm good. So I just got in my bed and fell asleep. I didn't want to, but I did. And I couldn't fall asleep. I shed a tear even I think. And I felt pathetic. You're crying. What the hell are you even crying about? You want a purpose. You want something to do. You need something to do that will make you happy. But what makes me happy. People make me happy. But I can't bring myself to talk to them. They have to talk to me, and even then a part of me doesn't want to talk to them. So I respond awkwardly. And then they don't talk to me again. And it isn't like I'm suicidal or anything, not even depressed. There are just some days where I feel blah. Like not happy, not sad. I take the opportunity to kind of step back and look at my life without emotion. And whenever I do, I see stuff that I never notice. Like how that one picture is really nice. Or that I miss my grandma. And whatever it is that I see, I always end up crying. And I can't help it. And it isn't because I'm sad, but because I'm happy that I got to see that. Some people might thank God. I don't know what to thank. I'm not sure if there is a God. It isn't because I'm afraid to dismiss it either, I just don't know. And my one religious friend asked me. Do you believe in God. I don't know. How can you not know. I just don't. Do you go to Church? No. But I was baptized. That doesn't make sense. You have to believe in something. Do you believe in Jesus Christ. Maybe. But I don't know for sure. You either believe or you don't.
I just hope someday I understand what I don't know.