Still haven't figured this all out.

I am reading Sarah's tumblr and I throughly enjoy the style of tattoos and piercings and I love gages, so many people are against it, I like it but I don't know who I am, because I enjoy wearing my cute little girly clothes. This whole high school thing isn't working out so well. Because I love my music, no name adorable bands, and I do not like scream-o music what so ever. But I love the style they have. I just can't figure it all out. I love being my crazy self, but I love being able to be quiet in class and do work. I love playing sports, but I love getting good grades, not like that happens to often. But I love piercings I want to get the Mairlan Monroe and my Industrial but all my friends and boyfriend are against it. I just need to figure this whole thing out. I am figuring out who are my real friends and who are there just for the ride, I am finding out who is stabbing me in the back, who is breaking my heart, who is cheating off my test, who is throwing me under the bus. I am figuring everyone else out except for myself, I want to wear my black and white star bracelet but I don't want to get accused of being a poser. I just wish high school wasn't full of people who judge your every move but that will never change because the whole world is fucked. Everyone is doomed. Everyone is dead. We are all killing each other. Children don't just go home and say, "Hey I want to go kill myself!" No you have to be tormented at school by judgmental assholes. Some kids crack and kill others, and some kids breakdown and kill themselves. That's not what people want to hear but they have to listen because the more you hurt someone the more they want to hurt themselves. Even a nasty look can encourage them, a dirty stare, a impolite word, a sarcastic comment, talking behind their back, making fun of their sexuality, their religion, their clothes, their hair, their physical features, their make-up, their shoes, and the things they do or say. There is so much more to torture a child, I'm sure you reading can think of 10 on your own. Whether you do it or not, it shouldn't be to hard. And yes I was one of both, I did hurt other people, and I was hurt. But I have learned, quietly I think of things that I could say that would be rude and kill someone but I keep them to myself because you can't stop yourself from thinking but you can stop yourself from talking. So next time you feel it necessary to hurt someone, think and keep your thoughts to yourself.

Accept everyone.

Judge no one.

Love everything.