I sit here looking at the screen of my laptop at a site that I have long missed and didn't realize it. This is the end of my year as an 11th grader. And I realize that so far it has been my worst year yet. despite the fact that I fell in love and couldn't not possibly be happier with him, I have lost one of my dearest friends, and then through my own sheer stupidity and her sheer stubbornness failed to reunite, even as mere acquaintances. Though I am doing better than I usually do in school, I have become increasingly lazy, wanting to spend most of my time updating myself on celebrity juice (not from concentrate) at perezhilton.com. And by the way, I hate that website, I despise Perez Hilton and his shallow ways, yet I can't seem to get enough. Then through all this my mother has decided that she is even more in love with Michael than she was last year and has wonderfully neglected her duties as a mother.
Anyway, though I have already failed to make this long story short, I come to my point. I missed this site, I missed the fact that I could come here and be myself. I missed posting my morbid poetry, laughing at the fact that most people that know my call me the most optimistic person that they know. I missed posting my pictures showing people the life i have through my lens.
I realized that, though it may not be like this for everyone, my art, my photos, my singing, and my poetry are such a big part of my life that without them life crumbles, or at least mine did.