Hi, my name is Beatrix and I was born on the 3rd of December. I graduated from OLGC, part of the alumni of '08, and SJC, 09-12. I'm Team NYJC now and I ♥ ISLE 2013 + my '1314 Truggers.
♥: TCF, the SJChoir family, the 2F + 4G clique cliques. I am socially awkward, I loathe a lot of things and I'm rather sarcastic (but I'm contented with this, thanks).
I am very fussy and nitty-gritty, I like coffee and tea and I adore ballads and acoustic music. I also complain a lot and like to repeat myself.
I guess sometimes when I don't smile it might look like I'm rude, but I actually just have a case of chronic-bitchface syndrome hahaha. More me?
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#264: these days
Thursday, October 13, 2011 at 8:17 PM
YEAR END EXAMS ARE OVER BITCHEZZZ
okay i'm kidding, but yes, they're over and i've been thinking a lot, this isn't good.
i find myself caught between this journey of not knowing where i'd go and where i'm currently headed, all because of the influence of a particular number and group of things.
well, true courage would tell me i want to be a teenager and make regular mistakes. do the wrong things, get caught doing the wrong things, not be afraid of telling people the stupid things that have ever happened, party, do things that i would be proud of because i would only have once to do them. i would know the line, but it's not so easy.
(no i mean it's not easy to get yourself started before you draw a line.)
you find yourself in the lure of the wrong pack and you have to either be lucky enough to have those who don't find it on themselves to force decisions upon you or harm you, or strong enough to stand up for what you feel for yourself without ruining friendships. it sounds simple enough, but caught between two wrongs, it doesn't make a right.
truthfully, this is just another dreary post on me seizing the adolescent years, but i find myself faced with this constant dread and fear that one day i'll regret the doings of then, which are these years i have where i'm somehow between contemplating consequences, yet not being held fully responsible for them.
oh forget it, true courage knows itself well, and i should know fully well that i will never find that courage to take a step out of the line to let anyone else down. there's too much at stake. so i end up doing things that make me invisible again anyway.