Fireworks.
1 comment | posted Apr 28
So today I went to my town's annual daffodil festival and rode some rides, ate fried dough. you know the usual.
then around 8:30 we headed to the other side of town to be able to see the fireworks better. So there i was, alone, cold, watching the fireworks. and while I was standing on the top of the highest hill of my town, looking down at the entire nieghborhood, I started to think about alot of things that I hadn't thought about in a while. Like what's going to happen to me in 5-10 years? will my life be better or worse? will i ever get out of little old meriden connecticut and change the world somehow ? and as these thoughts came into my head, tears started to come out as well. Don't ask me why, but all i could do was cry. Why? because I'm lonelier then people realize. Because I truly am scared for my future. Because I desperatly want to fall in love. And now, I'm here at home in front of the same computer I spend countless hours on, hoping that when people read this [if people read this], that they won't think of me as a foolish 15 year old girl who is just too emotional for her own good. I want people to tell me you feel the same way. Maybe then I won't feel like such an alien.
& if you do read this kids, thank you for reading the rantings of a 15 year old girl who is just too emotional for her own good.
Brian Fogarty says:
It's good to read honest feelings...I think we all feel a bit scared a lot of the time, whether we are young or old...but I don't think many people express their feelings much (especially men) not even to people who are close to them...when I was 14 years old I knew I was going to be a writer. This disappointed my parents as we were a very poor working class family and my mother, who worked in a factory, hoped I'd be clever enough to be a clerk in an office, a teacher, or even a doctor. She wanted me to be in a job where I could wear a suit and a tie. But I didn't think about writing as a career but something in me knew that from now on I'd always write and that it would give me an interesting life without much money. I don't regret taking risks. Recently I started to paint as well. While I'm being creative I get so absorbed in my work and I get so excited it takes away the fear....I think if I wasn't a painter and a writer I'd probably meditate instead in order to keep calm...good luck, and thanks for letting me read your writing.
posted Feb 7