About a Boy (Inspired)

"It happens, and I wish it didn't, but that's life, isn't it?"

There's nothing more true than this quote. As i grow each day, i only find it to become more and more relevant. Wether it be awful and obvious, like periods, or bad breakups. They happen. And the hard part is learning to nod your head and find a good soundtrack to go along with it all. It kind of goes hand in hand with that one saying, "everything happens for a reason". Assuming you believe in that sort of thing. It's hard to believe some things do happen for a reason. Especially in highschool. One lousy person can get into an arguement with you and it can feel like the end of the freaking world! Or how one boy who says that 'L' word can make you do crazy things, go against previous beliefs, and make you feel more special than anyone ever has in your whole life. But God forbid, the minute they don't think it will work out, your heart breaks, and the world crumbles down. Suddenly you'd rather not live without these people; friends, lovers, aquaintances and cliques. That's another part of growing up you have to learn to live with, although sometimes, you may prefer not to. People are awful. God awful, in fact. Not necissarily everyone. But a LOT of people, at one time or another. As a waitress, people don't always know that i get paid $3 an hour. So they don't choose to leave a tip all the time. I wish it didn't happen, but that's life. I could get up and throw a cup of pepsi (not Coke) in their fat, over filled obese faces; but i choose not to. It's hard. And i really wish i could sometimes.
Sometimes, life just sucks, and it's really hard to get past. If you are a hormonal teenage female such as myself, you could get through life with McDonalds $1 cheeseburgers, chocolate ice cream, Reeses, pringles, and coffee. But sometimes, crying is just the best remedy. Trust me. I cry a LOT. I cry at everything. Sometimes I don't need to. You could say we need to have a serious talk and before you utter two words, i could already scared myself into tears. It happens, i'll admit. But have you ever just had the worst in the world, and stayed strong for a really long time. Faking smiles, and hugs, and "yeah, im fine"s, then finally gotten home, shut the door, and just cried? It feels therapedic sometimes. Just to let it all out. Or maybe you can deal with it by watching an entire series in one night, and replacing old feels with new feels for a TV show. All of these are options. Not always the best, but that's how i deal with things. You can wish and wish and wish that they didn't happen, but they do. and thats a fact. Wether some of us want to admit to it or not. It's a huge part of growing up, that you just have to suck up and plow through everyday.