I figure that every day, since I download at least one new band's EP or something daily, I'd write a post about a band that I got today that I like. I only downloaded one thing today, which is a self-titled album by Bacchus.
Some of the songs didn't sync to my iPod, which is weird, but it's all chill.
The songs I do have on my iPod are awesome songs. The vocals are epic. I would listen to them all day.
Anyway, I just thought I'd write this. My next post will be about the band Ceremony. EPICNEZZ =3
--Shadow
7/23/11
Enjoying the Family
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7/12/11
Precious Memories (9)
After I'd finished explaining Caylee's story to Leah, we lay in silence. I watched the ceiling, half expecting it to turn into a swirling black hole and devour us. I blinked. Suddenly, everything went black.
With my recent experience, this was not a coma. I simply passed out. I lay there in the dark for 5 minutes before waking up again. Leah was sitting up next to me, watching me. When I'd opened my eyes, she yelled, "Daniel!"
I laughed. "Hey, Leah."
"Danny..." Leah said, sighing.
"What's wrong, babe?" I asked.
"I-i...I'm moving." she replied, tears spilling over.
I sat up. I put one arm around her and held her for a minute. "It's gonna be okay, Leah. Alright? I love you. Baby, don't cry."
She cried more, soaking my shirt. I had an idea. "Lei?" I asked, calling her by her nickname.
She didn't even look at me. I continued. "Would you feel better if I kissed you?"
She still didn't look at me. But she nodded. I kissed her cheek. I wiped her tears. "Leah, please. Don't cry."
Soon, we lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling again. I had my arms around her, holding her close. She'd stopped crying, but she was tired. "Wanna take a nap, Leah?" I asked.
She nodded. "Alright." I whispered.
I gently rubbed her arm, trying to help her fall asleep. I guess it worked, because a few minutes later, she was asleep. I sat and watched her. It was the first time I'd seen her sleep since I was in the hospital. She was finally getting some well deserved sleep. Good for her.
I decided I would try and sleep too. If I couldn't, I'd lay awake next to Leah. The soft sound of her breathing slowly lulled me to sleep. I felt too awake to sleep, but I did anyway. Leah would be awake soon.
When I woke up an hour later, Leah was standing in the corner of her room. Sleepiness hung over me like a curtain, trying to pull me back under. I fought to stay awake. I looked at Leah. "Leah?"
"Hmm?" she replied.
"What are you doing over there?" I asked.
"I....I don't know." she said plainly.
I stared at her. She walked toward me. I rolled over onto my side. Leah sat on the bed. "How did I get over there?"
With my recent experience, this was not a coma. I simply passed out. I lay there in the dark for 5 minutes before waking up again. Leah was sitting up next to me, watching me. When I'd opened my eyes, she yelled, "Daniel!"
I laughed. "Hey, Leah."
"Danny..." Leah said, sighing.
"What's wrong, babe?" I asked.
"I-i...I'm moving." she replied, tears spilling over.
I sat up. I put one arm around her and held her for a minute. "It's gonna be okay, Leah. Alright? I love you. Baby, don't cry."
She cried more, soaking my shirt. I had an idea. "Lei?" I asked, calling her by her nickname.
She didn't even look at me. I continued. "Would you feel better if I kissed you?"
She still didn't look at me. But she nodded. I kissed her cheek. I wiped her tears. "Leah, please. Don't cry."
Soon, we lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling again. I had my arms around her, holding her close. She'd stopped crying, but she was tired. "Wanna take a nap, Leah?" I asked.
She nodded. "Alright." I whispered.
I gently rubbed her arm, trying to help her fall asleep. I guess it worked, because a few minutes later, she was asleep. I sat and watched her. It was the first time I'd seen her sleep since I was in the hospital. She was finally getting some well deserved sleep. Good for her.
I decided I would try and sleep too. If I couldn't, I'd lay awake next to Leah. The soft sound of her breathing slowly lulled me to sleep. I felt too awake to sleep, but I did anyway. Leah would be awake soon.
When I woke up an hour later, Leah was standing in the corner of her room. Sleepiness hung over me like a curtain, trying to pull me back under. I fought to stay awake. I looked at Leah. "Leah?"
"Hmm?" she replied.
"What are you doing over there?" I asked.
"I....I don't know." she said plainly.
I stared at her. She walked toward me. I rolled over onto my side. Leah sat on the bed. "How did I get over there?"
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7/11/11
Precious Memories (8)
About two days later, the doctor decided I was well enough to go home with someone to take care of me. I beamed as Leah took me out to her car in a wheelchair. Leah already had her lisence, so she drove us back to my apartment. I realized that it was almost the 30th. That was an important day.
In the car on the way home, I asked Leah, "Did you remember that Hannah was coming home on the 30th?"
She pulled into a parking spot. "Um, no. Why?"
I unbuckled my seatbelt. "That's only 2 weeks away. Maybe she'll let you..... Never mind."
Leah came around to my side of the car and opened the door. "No, Danny. Tell me."
I smiled mischeviously. "I'l tell you inside.
Leah helped me into the house and took me to the couch. I laid down and propped my feet up. Leah sat on the floor in front of the couch. "So, Daniel. What were you going to tell me?"
"Oh, yes. Leah, will you....." I was cut off by someone banging violently on the door.
Leah got up and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole and sighed. I watched as she unlocked the door. When she opened it, her brother Jax was standing there. "Leah, mom wants to know if you two wanna come hang at our house until Danny's better."
"Sure Jax, why not?" Leah replied, walking to the couch and helping me up.
Jax carried me to Leah's car. He set me in the front seat and I buckled the seatbelt. He got back into his own car and we drove to Leah's house.
When we pulled into the driveway, Leah's mom sat in a rocking chair on the front porch. Leah and Jax helped me up the drive and onto the porch. "Hi, Daniel." Leah's mom greeted me.
I smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Page."
"Let me get that door for you, sweetie." she said, opening the front door. Jax and Leah carried me into their house.
"Danny, since Jax doesn't have any more room in his bedroom, you'll be staying in Leah's room. Leah, take him up there." Leah's mom said, smiling.
I smiled, too. I'm staying in my girlfriend's bedroom. For weeks. Until my big sister, Hannah, comes back from her trip to Costa Rica. She'd been gone all summer. I didn't miss her.
I thought as Jax and Leah carried me up the stairs. I remembered suddenly who Caylee really was. Caylee was Hannah's best friend. She was supposed to go to Costa Rica with Hannah. But she partied all night long and drank until she was sick. She was so hungover in the morning, she missed her flight. And she was mad.
Not mad at herself for partying, but mad at Hannah for leaving without her. I was happy for Hannah. She finally got to go on a trip without our adults bugging her. She was now 21 years old. Old enough to take care of us when our parents died.
They were in a horrible car crash when I was about 12. I was now 15. Every year, dealing with adults has gotten harder. Whether they want us to do things, or they ask about our parents. It never gets easier.
Caylee was one of the people that refused to leave us alone about Mom and Dad. She insisted that we should hold a seance and see if they were trying to talk to us from beyond the grave. Hannah and I laughed in her face. It offended Hannah a little, but it didn't bother me. Not until Caylee went insane. Trying to break in and conduct a seance every night. Stabbing me. Wanting to hurt Hannah. She'd gone out of control.
The cops had been called more than once, but Caylee made an escape every time.
Suddenly, I was awoken from my trance-like thoughts by Leah's voice. "Danny?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking." I replied, startled.
"It's alright." Leah replied. I was laying with her on her decently sized queen bed.
She had one hand on my chest. The other arm was behind my head. I smiled at her. She leaned close to me. I felt her breath on my skin. It gave me goosebumps. I felt her lips coming close to mine. I closed my eyes. We kissed.
Then we heard a sound. Someone clearing their throat. We pulled away frantically. Jax was standing at the door. "God, you icky lovebirds."
Leah narrowed her eyes at Jax. "What do you want?"
"Uh, nothing. Just. Where's your Justin Bieber CD?"
"Oh. My. God. Really? You want it?" Leah said, cracking up with laughter.
Jax narrowed his eyes at her. "Haha, very funny. Now give it to me!"
"For what, your sick little fantasies?" Leah retorted.
"Eh, no. I just wanted to...Oh, never mind! I've got YouTube for this." Jax said, walking out.
He'd closed the door behind him. Good. Now Leah and I were alone. We kissed again. "Danny?" Leah said.
"Yes, babe?" I replied.
"Who is Caylee? Why'd she stab you?"
I'd known this was coming. I closed my eyes and swallowed. "Well....."
In the car on the way home, I asked Leah, "Did you remember that Hannah was coming home on the 30th?"
She pulled into a parking spot. "Um, no. Why?"
I unbuckled my seatbelt. "That's only 2 weeks away. Maybe she'll let you..... Never mind."
Leah came around to my side of the car and opened the door. "No, Danny. Tell me."
I smiled mischeviously. "I'l tell you inside.
Leah helped me into the house and took me to the couch. I laid down and propped my feet up. Leah sat on the floor in front of the couch. "So, Daniel. What were you going to tell me?"
"Oh, yes. Leah, will you....." I was cut off by someone banging violently on the door.
Leah got up and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole and sighed. I watched as she unlocked the door. When she opened it, her brother Jax was standing there. "Leah, mom wants to know if you two wanna come hang at our house until Danny's better."
"Sure Jax, why not?" Leah replied, walking to the couch and helping me up.
Jax carried me to Leah's car. He set me in the front seat and I buckled the seatbelt. He got back into his own car and we drove to Leah's house.
When we pulled into the driveway, Leah's mom sat in a rocking chair on the front porch. Leah and Jax helped me up the drive and onto the porch. "Hi, Daniel." Leah's mom greeted me.
I smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Page."
"Let me get that door for you, sweetie." she said, opening the front door. Jax and Leah carried me into their house.
"Danny, since Jax doesn't have any more room in his bedroom, you'll be staying in Leah's room. Leah, take him up there." Leah's mom said, smiling.
I smiled, too. I'm staying in my girlfriend's bedroom. For weeks. Until my big sister, Hannah, comes back from her trip to Costa Rica. She'd been gone all summer. I didn't miss her.
I thought as Jax and Leah carried me up the stairs. I remembered suddenly who Caylee really was. Caylee was Hannah's best friend. She was supposed to go to Costa Rica with Hannah. But she partied all night long and drank until she was sick. She was so hungover in the morning, she missed her flight. And she was mad.
Not mad at herself for partying, but mad at Hannah for leaving without her. I was happy for Hannah. She finally got to go on a trip without our adults bugging her. She was now 21 years old. Old enough to take care of us when our parents died.
They were in a horrible car crash when I was about 12. I was now 15. Every year, dealing with adults has gotten harder. Whether they want us to do things, or they ask about our parents. It never gets easier.
Caylee was one of the people that refused to leave us alone about Mom and Dad. She insisted that we should hold a seance and see if they were trying to talk to us from beyond the grave. Hannah and I laughed in her face. It offended Hannah a little, but it didn't bother me. Not until Caylee went insane. Trying to break in and conduct a seance every night. Stabbing me. Wanting to hurt Hannah. She'd gone out of control.
The cops had been called more than once, but Caylee made an escape every time.
Suddenly, I was awoken from my trance-like thoughts by Leah's voice. "Danny?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking." I replied, startled.
"It's alright." Leah replied. I was laying with her on her decently sized queen bed.
She had one hand on my chest. The other arm was behind my head. I smiled at her. She leaned close to me. I felt her breath on my skin. It gave me goosebumps. I felt her lips coming close to mine. I closed my eyes. We kissed.
Then we heard a sound. Someone clearing their throat. We pulled away frantically. Jax was standing at the door. "God, you icky lovebirds."
Leah narrowed her eyes at Jax. "What do you want?"
"Uh, nothing. Just. Where's your Justin Bieber CD?"
"Oh. My. God. Really? You want it?" Leah said, cracking up with laughter.
Jax narrowed his eyes at her. "Haha, very funny. Now give it to me!"
"For what, your sick little fantasies?" Leah retorted.
"Eh, no. I just wanted to...Oh, never mind! I've got YouTube for this." Jax said, walking out.
He'd closed the door behind him. Good. Now Leah and I were alone. We kissed again. "Danny?" Leah said.
"Yes, babe?" I replied.
"Who is Caylee? Why'd she stab you?"
I'd known this was coming. I closed my eyes and swallowed. "Well....."
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Precious Memories (7)~Danny's POV
Leah had been in the hospital with me for two and a half weeks. Today, after I woke up, I asked Leah, "Babe, why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
She looked at me. "Danny, I wouldn't leave you here alone. Besides, I'd miss you too much."
I smiled. "But Leah! I want you to get some sleep!"
She smiled back. "Danny, I do sleep. Alright?"
I frowned. She didn't really sleep all that much. I could tell by the look she gave me. I looked away. "Danny, are you alright?" Leah asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"No." I replied.
"Will you talk to me?" she asked.
"No." I replied.
She frowned and sighed. "Oh."
I heard her get up. She walked toward the door. I heard it open. Then it closed. I looked around. She was gone. I frowned. I hadn't meant for her to get mad and leave.
I lay there, alone in the silence. The hospital room was suddenly very cold and lonely without Leah. I began to think. I wondered if Leah was mad at me. I wouldn't talk to her because I was worried. She took it the wrong way.
Three hours passed before there was a familiar knock at the door. I whispered, "C-come in."
Leah opened the door. She walked toward the bed and sat down in her chair. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Leah, I'm sorry." I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Leah looked at me. She took my hand into hers. "Danny...you don't have to be worry about me. I sleep. I eat. I'm not going to wither away and die while you're in the hospital."
"Leah, I worry about you because you're my girlfriend. Not because I believe you're going to magically poof out of existance...." I whispered, my voice still hoarse.
I looked at Leah. She smiled at me. "I love you, Danny."
She looked at me. "Danny, I wouldn't leave you here alone. Besides, I'd miss you too much."
I smiled. "But Leah! I want you to get some sleep!"
She smiled back. "Danny, I do sleep. Alright?"
I frowned. She didn't really sleep all that much. I could tell by the look she gave me. I looked away. "Danny, are you alright?" Leah asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"No." I replied.
"Will you talk to me?" she asked.
"No." I replied.
She frowned and sighed. "Oh."
I heard her get up. She walked toward the door. I heard it open. Then it closed. I looked around. She was gone. I frowned. I hadn't meant for her to get mad and leave.
I lay there, alone in the silence. The hospital room was suddenly very cold and lonely without Leah. I began to think. I wondered if Leah was mad at me. I wouldn't talk to her because I was worried. She took it the wrong way.
Three hours passed before there was a familiar knock at the door. I whispered, "C-come in."
Leah opened the door. She walked toward the bed and sat down in her chair. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Leah, I'm sorry." I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Leah looked at me. She took my hand into hers. "Danny...you don't have to be worry about me. I sleep. I eat. I'm not going to wither away and die while you're in the hospital."
"Leah, I worry about you because you're my girlfriend. Not because I believe you're going to magically poof out of existance...." I whispered, my voice still hoarse.
I looked at Leah. She smiled at me. "I love you, Danny."
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7/10/11
Precious Memories [6]~Leah's POV
After I kissed Danny, everything was spinning. My life had drastically changed over the course of two weeks, all of which I spent in this dreadful hospital. The cold white walls made it harder to want to stay.
Seeing Danny laying in a hospital bed, motionless, for two weeks slowly killed me inside. I felt like he should wake up. I knew he would. But then the doctor came. He said that Danny might not make it. The blood loss was a lot to take for Danny's 15 year old body.
I cried. Every night I had to watch Danny like that, I cried. I prayed to God. Asked Him to bring my Daniel back to me safely. God answered my prayers. He brought me Danny. And I brought Danny love.
Danny was slowly slipping back into the dark cover of sleep that clouded over his eyes. He had deep dark circles and his eyes had lost their lovely glow. Danny needed sleep. But he refused to leave me alone in the silence.
I reassured him. Told him I'd be okay. And now, I was rubbing his chest with my hand. He was gradually slipping. His eyes closed. I placed my hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath my fingers. He lay motionless, breathing calmly and steadily.
I listened to the sound I missed. I'd been left alone in the hospital a few days ago. They performed another surgery on Daniel, trying to stitch the wound properly. The first time, they failed. The second time was a success.
But while I was alone in the hospital, I realized that the most precious sound I'd ever heard was Daniel breathing. I yearned to hear it again. Hear the soft inhale and the strong exhale. Watch his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. Each breath meant he would live a little longer.
He was a fighter, surviving through being stabbed by Caylee. He told me he fought through it for me. I dont know if he means it, but he was sweet enough to tell me that. I knew I was lucky Danny had pulled through at all. Why question it?
Seeing Danny laying in a hospital bed, motionless, for two weeks slowly killed me inside. I felt like he should wake up. I knew he would. But then the doctor came. He said that Danny might not make it. The blood loss was a lot to take for Danny's 15 year old body.
I cried. Every night I had to watch Danny like that, I cried. I prayed to God. Asked Him to bring my Daniel back to me safely. God answered my prayers. He brought me Danny. And I brought Danny love.
Danny was slowly slipping back into the dark cover of sleep that clouded over his eyes. He had deep dark circles and his eyes had lost their lovely glow. Danny needed sleep. But he refused to leave me alone in the silence.
I reassured him. Told him I'd be okay. And now, I was rubbing his chest with my hand. He was gradually slipping. His eyes closed. I placed my hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath my fingers. He lay motionless, breathing calmly and steadily.
I listened to the sound I missed. I'd been left alone in the hospital a few days ago. They performed another surgery on Daniel, trying to stitch the wound properly. The first time, they failed. The second time was a success.
But while I was alone in the hospital, I realized that the most precious sound I'd ever heard was Daniel breathing. I yearned to hear it again. Hear the soft inhale and the strong exhale. Watch his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. Each breath meant he would live a little longer.
He was a fighter, surviving through being stabbed by Caylee. He told me he fought through it for me. I dont know if he means it, but he was sweet enough to tell me that. I knew I was lucky Danny had pulled through at all. Why question it?
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Precious Memories [5]
It felt like hours before my eyes opened again. The ceiling flashed as a bright white. I blinked a few times, trying to focus on the ceiling tiles above me. I looked to my right, where Leah had sat before. She was gone.
"Leah?" I called, looking around.
She wasn't there. I saw the brown door in front of me. The door was closed. There was a remote near my hand. I grabbed it and turned the TV in the room on. Regular Show was on. I watched contently, barely focusing on the show.
There was a small, shy knock at the door. It opened. It was Leah. She looked sad as she entered. But when she saw that I was awake, her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Danny! You're awake!" she exclaimed, running to my bedside.
I smiled, wanting to sit up. I tried, and pain shot through my abdomen. I winced in pain, the intensity too much for me to handle. "Daniel, take it easy." Leah warned, gently pushing me back against the bed.
Leah sat next to me, holding my hand in the silence. It was almost as though my life was repeating. The silence was piercing. With each minute that passed, I felt the pain in my abdomen lessen. The time slowly ticking past was almost a pain reliever on its own.
Finally, the silence was too much to bear. I breathed. "Leah?"
"Yeah?" Leah replied, looking up at me.
"I....I love you." I said, looking into her tired green eyes.
"I...love you too, Daniel."
I smiled, knowing what I'd said was true. Leah beamed with happiness. "Leah, you have no idea....I pulled through for you. I wanted to feel your lips on mine again."
"Danny, you fought through all of that...for me? You could've let go, and rested with the sweet Lord." Leah reminded.
"I love you too much to die. I did it for you. Without you, I would've let go. I would've let myself die. But I have you. And that's a reason to fight." I told her, smiling and looking at her lips.
"Daniel! Stop staring at my lips!" Leah exclaimed, playfully smacking my arm.
"Kiss me first, and then we'll talk." I teased.
"Fine!"
Leah leaned in toward me. I felt her cool breath on my face. She kissed my lips gently for a moment, then pulled away. I smiled in satisfaction. Even though I was trapped in a hospital, I felt at home with Leah's lips on mine.
"Leah?" I called, looking around.
She wasn't there. I saw the brown door in front of me. The door was closed. There was a remote near my hand. I grabbed it and turned the TV in the room on. Regular Show was on. I watched contently, barely focusing on the show.
There was a small, shy knock at the door. It opened. It was Leah. She looked sad as she entered. But when she saw that I was awake, her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Danny! You're awake!" she exclaimed, running to my bedside.
I smiled, wanting to sit up. I tried, and pain shot through my abdomen. I winced in pain, the intensity too much for me to handle. "Daniel, take it easy." Leah warned, gently pushing me back against the bed.
Leah sat next to me, holding my hand in the silence. It was almost as though my life was repeating. The silence was piercing. With each minute that passed, I felt the pain in my abdomen lessen. The time slowly ticking past was almost a pain reliever on its own.
Finally, the silence was too much to bear. I breathed. "Leah?"
"Yeah?" Leah replied, looking up at me.
"I....I love you." I said, looking into her tired green eyes.
"I...love you too, Daniel."
I smiled, knowing what I'd said was true. Leah beamed with happiness. "Leah, you have no idea....I pulled through for you. I wanted to feel your lips on mine again."
"Danny, you fought through all of that...for me? You could've let go, and rested with the sweet Lord." Leah reminded.
"I love you too much to die. I did it for you. Without you, I would've let go. I would've let myself die. But I have you. And that's a reason to fight." I told her, smiling and looking at her lips.
"Daniel! Stop staring at my lips!" Leah exclaimed, playfully smacking my arm.
"Kiss me first, and then we'll talk." I teased.
"Fine!"
Leah leaned in toward me. I felt her cool breath on my face. She kissed my lips gently for a moment, then pulled away. I smiled in satisfaction. Even though I was trapped in a hospital, I felt at home with Leah's lips on mine.
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Precious Memories [4]
uI'd blacked out. The darkness before me was deepening, pulling me in deeper with every breath. It was like a separate world from the one I knew, a darker and more evil world. But it was the only place I had. I listened for the sounds of the ambulance, or maybe those of a hospital. But I heard nothing but the steady thumping of my heart and the sound of my breath entering and exiting my lungs.
It was as though I was living in a new world. I could move and walk around in the dark. But in the real world, I lay motionless somewhere. If I could see in the dark, I'm sure I would see my fears, my dreams, and all the hope I'd lost when Caylee came.
I heard the thumping get faster, accompanied by a shrill beeping sound. Was that my heart? I looked around. The dark continued to envelop me, pulling me in and sucking me down. I heard a voice. Not just a voice, but Leah's voice. "Daniel! Daniel, don't you dare die on me!"
A light appeared in front of me. It radiated a comforting warmth. It beckoned me forward, yet I knew that to live, I'd have to turn back. I ran away, deeper and deeper into the black abyss. Closer to Leah's voice. The beeping slowed, as did the thumping. I no longer felt like I was about to die.
I felt a hand on mine. It was still dark, and nobody could be seen for miles. The fingers of the hand intertwined with mine, holding my hand and squeezing it. "Danny?"
I'd heard Leah's voice again. She sounded less worried. Less scared. Less urgent. She wanted me to wake up. I fought with all my might to open my eyes. But my struggle was to no avail. I remained in the dark. Leah squeezed my hand again. "Daniel, please."
I fought extra hard. Finally, I'd opened my eyes enough to barely see. I saw the ceiling above me, but my vision was blurred. I saw Leah and her black hair. Her green eyes were bright with excitement. "Danny!"
I smiled weakly. I used all my strength, outstretching my hand toward Leah. She smiled. My vision was slowly coming back. Everything was slightly less blurred. Leah grabbed my hand. "Danny! I can't believe it!"
"H-how l-l-long was-s I a-asleep?" I managed to stutter.
"Asleep? Danny, you were in a coma." Leah said, rubbing my hand with her thumb.
"I-i was?"
"Mmhm. You've been out cold for the past two weeks. The doctors didn't know if you'd make it." Leah explained.
"Oh m-my G-g-god." I stuttered.
"Mmhm."
I stared at Leah for a while. Finally, the pain in my stomach caught up with me. I was near tears when the doctor came in with a syringe. He emptied it into my IV, smiled, then left the room. With the medicine now in my system, the pain numbed to a dull pain. Leah sat by my side, waiting for me to feel good enough to talk to her.
Finally, I felt sleep tugging on my eyelids. I felt like I would be swallowed by the darkness if I fell asleep, though. I fought to stay awake. But finally, I was pulled in to the enticing warmth of the dreams inside my mind, and the constant thumping returned as the main sound in my mind, almost like a drumbeat.
It was as though I was living in a new world. I could move and walk around in the dark. But in the real world, I lay motionless somewhere. If I could see in the dark, I'm sure I would see my fears, my dreams, and all the hope I'd lost when Caylee came.
I heard the thumping get faster, accompanied by a shrill beeping sound. Was that my heart? I looked around. The dark continued to envelop me, pulling me in and sucking me down. I heard a voice. Not just a voice, but Leah's voice. "Daniel! Daniel, don't you dare die on me!"
A light appeared in front of me. It radiated a comforting warmth. It beckoned me forward, yet I knew that to live, I'd have to turn back. I ran away, deeper and deeper into the black abyss. Closer to Leah's voice. The beeping slowed, as did the thumping. I no longer felt like I was about to die.
I felt a hand on mine. It was still dark, and nobody could be seen for miles. The fingers of the hand intertwined with mine, holding my hand and squeezing it. "Danny?"
I'd heard Leah's voice again. She sounded less worried. Less scared. Less urgent. She wanted me to wake up. I fought with all my might to open my eyes. But my struggle was to no avail. I remained in the dark. Leah squeezed my hand again. "Daniel, please."
I fought extra hard. Finally, I'd opened my eyes enough to barely see. I saw the ceiling above me, but my vision was blurred. I saw Leah and her black hair. Her green eyes were bright with excitement. "Danny!"
I smiled weakly. I used all my strength, outstretching my hand toward Leah. She smiled. My vision was slowly coming back. Everything was slightly less blurred. Leah grabbed my hand. "Danny! I can't believe it!"
"H-how l-l-long was-s I a-asleep?" I managed to stutter.
"Asleep? Danny, you were in a coma." Leah said, rubbing my hand with her thumb.
"I-i was?"
"Mmhm. You've been out cold for the past two weeks. The doctors didn't know if you'd make it." Leah explained.
"Oh m-my G-g-god." I stuttered.
"Mmhm."
I stared at Leah for a while. Finally, the pain in my stomach caught up with me. I was near tears when the doctor came in with a syringe. He emptied it into my IV, smiled, then left the room. With the medicine now in my system, the pain numbed to a dull pain. Leah sat by my side, waiting for me to feel good enough to talk to her.
Finally, I felt sleep tugging on my eyelids. I felt like I would be swallowed by the darkness if I fell asleep, though. I fought to stay awake. But finally, I was pulled in to the enticing warmth of the dreams inside my mind, and the constant thumping returned as the main sound in my mind, almost like a drumbeat.
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"What do you mean, she's gone?" I exclaimed, exhaling in pain.
"She's GONE Danny!" Leah yelled.
I grasped the stab wound. "Danny, are you okay?" Leah asked, coming to my side.
"Do I look okay? She stabbed me!"
"Oh, right." Leah looked down.
Suddenly, the front door burst open. We looked to see who was there. It was the cops. "Where is Caylee?" The officer in front asked.
"She's gone." I breathed, gasping for air.
Leah lead the cops to the kitchen and showed them the window Caylee had broken through. I lay on the living room floor, grasping my stomach. A cop came to my side. "Are you alright?"
"She stabbed me." I gasped.
"Are you alright?"
"No."
The officer picked me up and brought me out to the ambulance parked outside. He laid me down on a bed and strapped me in. "Wait here."
"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" I replied sarcastically.
The cop walked away. I laid there, waiting for Leah to come join me. She exited the apartment and walked toward the idling truck. I smiled. She was crying, and the police wouldn't let her in. "Let her in!" I screamed, near out of breath.
"She's GONE Danny!" Leah yelled.
I grasped the stab wound. "Danny, are you okay?" Leah asked, coming to my side.
"Do I look okay? She stabbed me!"
"Oh, right." Leah looked down.
Suddenly, the front door burst open. We looked to see who was there. It was the cops. "Where is Caylee?" The officer in front asked.
"She's gone." I breathed, gasping for air.
Leah lead the cops to the kitchen and showed them the window Caylee had broken through. I lay on the living room floor, grasping my stomach. A cop came to my side. "Are you alright?"
"She stabbed me." I gasped.
"Are you alright?"
"No."
The officer picked me up and brought me out to the ambulance parked outside. He laid me down on a bed and strapped me in. "Wait here."
"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" I replied sarcastically.
The cop walked away. I laid there, waiting for Leah to come join me. She exited the apartment and walked toward the idling truck. I smiled. She was crying, and the police wouldn't let her in. "Let her in!" I screamed, near out of breath.
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"Oh, wait." I whispered, smiling mischeviously.
Leah looked at me, horrified. I looked down. Leah put her hand on my shoulder. "Leah Page, will you- Oh, wait!" I said, getting down on my knee.
"Leah Page, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, smiling.
"Danny! Of course!" Leah screamed, jumping up and down and squealing.
"You love her?" I heard Caylee ask.
I turned around. Caylee stood by the front door, my keys dangling from the ring on her finger. I frowned. Leah looked at me. "Who is she, Danny?"
"Someone who shouldn't be here. Caylee, I'm calling the cops." I replied, staring at Caylee.
"Doesn't matter. You'll be dead by the time they get here." Caylee said, smiling devilishly.
"Danny, stop her!" Leah screamed from behind me. I frowned. Caylee ran forward, holding a key out toward me. She threatened me with the key, trying to stab me. I stood in front of Leah, not letting her get hurt. Caylee stabbed the key into my stomach. I exhaled in pain.
"Danny!" Leah exclaimed, dropping to her knees next to me.
I held my stomach where the key had stabbed. It bled heavily, covering my hand in the sticky substance. Leah sobbed next to me. I winced in pain. "I'm calling the cops." Leah said to Caylee.
"Go ahead, see if I care." Caylee replied, narrowing her eyes at Leah.
Leah picked up her cell phone and dialed 911. She gave the location and other information. She hung up. Caylee ran toward me, pushing Leah out of the way. She fell backwards, crying out in terror. Caylee ran to the kitchen. "No!" I yelled, trying to crawl after her.
"Danny, stop! It's too late." Leah cried.
I held Leah, knowing we could die as soon as Caylee returned. We heard a crashing sound. Leah ran to the kitchen. Broken glass littered the floor. "Sh-she's gone."
Leah looked at me, horrified. I looked down. Leah put her hand on my shoulder. "Leah Page, will you- Oh, wait!" I said, getting down on my knee.
"Leah Page, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, smiling.
"Danny! Of course!" Leah screamed, jumping up and down and squealing.
"You love her?" I heard Caylee ask.
I turned around. Caylee stood by the front door, my keys dangling from the ring on her finger. I frowned. Leah looked at me. "Who is she, Danny?"
"Someone who shouldn't be here. Caylee, I'm calling the cops." I replied, staring at Caylee.
"Doesn't matter. You'll be dead by the time they get here." Caylee said, smiling devilishly.
"Danny, stop her!" Leah screamed from behind me. I frowned. Caylee ran forward, holding a key out toward me. She threatened me with the key, trying to stab me. I stood in front of Leah, not letting her get hurt. Caylee stabbed the key into my stomach. I exhaled in pain.
"Danny!" Leah exclaimed, dropping to her knees next to me.
I held my stomach where the key had stabbed. It bled heavily, covering my hand in the sticky substance. Leah sobbed next to me. I winced in pain. "I'm calling the cops." Leah said to Caylee.
"Go ahead, see if I care." Caylee replied, narrowing her eyes at Leah.
Leah picked up her cell phone and dialed 911. She gave the location and other information. She hung up. Caylee ran toward me, pushing Leah out of the way. She fell backwards, crying out in terror. Caylee ran to the kitchen. "No!" I yelled, trying to crawl after her.
"Danny, stop! It's too late." Leah cried.
I held Leah, knowing we could die as soon as Caylee returned. We heard a crashing sound. Leah ran to the kitchen. Broken glass littered the floor. "Sh-she's gone."
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Precious Memories
Hey-
So I wanted to post a story on Quizilla, but my phone won't let me do that, so I'm gonna write it here.
Bye!
Lightning flashed, illuminating the inside of the dark apartment I stood in. I faced the window in front of me, yanking up the blinds so I could watch the storm unfolding in front of me. The sky was gray, full of clouds and rain. The raindrops thudded heavily on the window pane, causing curiosity.
I reached my hand out, pressing it against the once pristine glass. The window was cold. With each drop that fell upon the glass, I felt the thud in my fingertips. I pulled my hand away, turning around to leave. "Going somewhere, Daniel?"
I looked up, noticing the girl with pale white skin and brown hair. Her green eyes stood out. I glanced at the front door, knowing my chance to escape had passed. I frowned. "Unfortunately, no."
"Daniel, you can't run from me. Now, tell me where you were going." she said, walking toward me, arms outstretched.
"Caylee, I told you. I wasn't going anywhere!" I said calmly, closing my eyes.
"Closing your eyes, huh. I know what that means. Daniel, you're lying to me." Caylee said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and looked around. Caylee was nowhere to be seen. I walked toward the door, not bothering to grab an umbrella. I entered the pouring rain and stood outside for a moment, realizing that the cold was too much for me to handle. "Daniel, where are you going?" Caylee called from behind me.
"Dang it, Caylee! I'm NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!" I yelled, refusing to face the pale girl. I stared up at the sky, letting the rain fall on my bare skin and soak my clothes.
I looked around. My car was parked in front of me, but I didn't grab my keys and get in. I looked down at the gray sidewalk, watching the rain pool into large puddles. It was silent. Then, I heard the sound of footsteps. Someone was running toward me. I turned to find Leah sprinting toward me.
"Leah? What are you *doing* out here? You're gonna get sick!" I told her, giving her a hug.
"Yeah, Danny. So are you. Being a boy doesn't give you a sudden immunity to the rain. And neither does being a skater." Leah replied, pulling away from the hug.
I smiled. "I never said I was immune. I just don't care if I get sick. Things are always gonna get worse."
Leah shivered, noticing her sweatshirt was completely soaked. "Can we go in? Please, Daniel."
"Call me Daniel again and I'll kick you out. Yes. Let's go in before you get sick, Leah." I replied, wrapping one arm around her and leading her to the front door of the apartment I'd just abandoned.
I pushed open the door. Leah walked in first, hoping she'd get warmer being in there. I prayed that Caylee was gone, even though I hadn't seen her leave. Leah sat on the couch, unlacing her black high tops. I took them from her and tossed them in the hall closet. I stood up on the couch and jumped. Hard.
"Jeez, Danny! When did you turn 5....again?" Leah exclaimed sarcastically.
"When I stopped being 4!" I yelled, jumping of the couch and landing a few feet in front of Leah.
"Danny, you're 15! When are you going to stop acting like you're 2?"
"When I turn 3." I replied, laughing at my little joke.
I looked at Leah. She wasn't laughing. She was staring at me. I looked away. "Is something wrong, Leah? Did my little joke huwt your feewings?"
"No, Daniel. I just....thought you'd be a little more mature. Obviously, I was wrong." she said, standing up and walking toward the door.
I stood there, watching as the girl I loved walked away. I ran after her. "You forgot your shoes, oh smart one!"
"Dang...I did!" Leah exclaimed, running back toward the open door.
I closed the door and locked it. Leah looked at me. I smiled. She just walked away. "Leah, tell me what's wrong!" I demanded, following her.
"Gee, Danny. I don't know if you've noticed, but i've kinda been in love with you since the fifth freaking grade! And when I come here, thinking maybe you'd have noticed, you totally fail me." Leah said, looking out the window.
I frowned. I knew she was right. "I'm sorry, Leah. I've been acting like a child. How bout I make this better." I whispered, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her, holding her in a gentle embrace.
"Danny? Wh-why are you doing this? Do you actually love me? Or do you feel bad for your best friend?" Leah whispered.
I turned her around. "If I didn't love you, would I do this?" I replied, kissing her.
Leah blushed. I smiled, satisfied with the results of my kiss. "I guess not, Danny." she said, smiling.
"Well, folks, there you have it. Leah Page finally believes that I, Daniel Gates, am in love with her." I said, pretending to be an announcer for a minute.
"God, Danny. You are such a dork!" Leah giggled.
"Yeah, but I'm your dork, Leah."
So I wanted to post a story on Quizilla, but my phone won't let me do that, so I'm gonna write it here.
Bye!
Lightning flashed, illuminating the inside of the dark apartment I stood in. I faced the window in front of me, yanking up the blinds so I could watch the storm unfolding in front of me. The sky was gray, full of clouds and rain. The raindrops thudded heavily on the window pane, causing curiosity.
I reached my hand out, pressing it against the once pristine glass. The window was cold. With each drop that fell upon the glass, I felt the thud in my fingertips. I pulled my hand away, turning around to leave. "Going somewhere, Daniel?"
I looked up, noticing the girl with pale white skin and brown hair. Her green eyes stood out. I glanced at the front door, knowing my chance to escape had passed. I frowned. "Unfortunately, no."
"Daniel, you can't run from me. Now, tell me where you were going." she said, walking toward me, arms outstretched.
"Caylee, I told you. I wasn't going anywhere!" I said calmly, closing my eyes.
"Closing your eyes, huh. I know what that means. Daniel, you're lying to me." Caylee said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and looked around. Caylee was nowhere to be seen. I walked toward the door, not bothering to grab an umbrella. I entered the pouring rain and stood outside for a moment, realizing that the cold was too much for me to handle. "Daniel, where are you going?" Caylee called from behind me.
"Dang it, Caylee! I'm NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!" I yelled, refusing to face the pale girl. I stared up at the sky, letting the rain fall on my bare skin and soak my clothes.
I looked around. My car was parked in front of me, but I didn't grab my keys and get in. I looked down at the gray sidewalk, watching the rain pool into large puddles. It was silent. Then, I heard the sound of footsteps. Someone was running toward me. I turned to find Leah sprinting toward me.
"Leah? What are you *doing* out here? You're gonna get sick!" I told her, giving her a hug.
"Yeah, Danny. So are you. Being a boy doesn't give you a sudden immunity to the rain. And neither does being a skater." Leah replied, pulling away from the hug.
I smiled. "I never said I was immune. I just don't care if I get sick. Things are always gonna get worse."
Leah shivered, noticing her sweatshirt was completely soaked. "Can we go in? Please, Daniel."
"Call me Daniel again and I'll kick you out. Yes. Let's go in before you get sick, Leah." I replied, wrapping one arm around her and leading her to the front door of the apartment I'd just abandoned.
I pushed open the door. Leah walked in first, hoping she'd get warmer being in there. I prayed that Caylee was gone, even though I hadn't seen her leave. Leah sat on the couch, unlacing her black high tops. I took them from her and tossed them in the hall closet. I stood up on the couch and jumped. Hard.
"Jeez, Danny! When did you turn 5....again?" Leah exclaimed sarcastically.
"When I stopped being 4!" I yelled, jumping of the couch and landing a few feet in front of Leah.
"Danny, you're 15! When are you going to stop acting like you're 2?"
"When I turn 3." I replied, laughing at my little joke.
I looked at Leah. She wasn't laughing. She was staring at me. I looked away. "Is something wrong, Leah? Did my little joke huwt your feewings?"
"No, Daniel. I just....thought you'd be a little more mature. Obviously, I was wrong." she said, standing up and walking toward the door.
I stood there, watching as the girl I loved walked away. I ran after her. "You forgot your shoes, oh smart one!"
"Dang...I did!" Leah exclaimed, running back toward the open door.
I closed the door and locked it. Leah looked at me. I smiled. She just walked away. "Leah, tell me what's wrong!" I demanded, following her.
"Gee, Danny. I don't know if you've noticed, but i've kinda been in love with you since the fifth freaking grade! And when I come here, thinking maybe you'd have noticed, you totally fail me." Leah said, looking out the window.
I frowned. I knew she was right. "I'm sorry, Leah. I've been acting like a child. How bout I make this better." I whispered, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her, holding her in a gentle embrace.
"Danny? Wh-why are you doing this? Do you actually love me? Or do you feel bad for your best friend?" Leah whispered.
I turned her around. "If I didn't love you, would I do this?" I replied, kissing her.
Leah blushed. I smiled, satisfied with the results of my kiss. "I guess not, Danny." she said, smiling.
"Well, folks, there you have it. Leah Page finally believes that I, Daniel Gates, am in love with her." I said, pretending to be an announcer for a minute.
"God, Danny. You are such a dork!" Leah giggled.
"Yeah, but I'm your dork, Leah."
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7/7/11
Live Life Like Youre Dying Today !
You've gotta take risks. I am going to overcome my fear of heights and go on the Fireball ride thingymabobber at Cliffs in a week. I am really scared! Really, really, really scared. But i'm doing it nonetheless. WISH ME LUCK!
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7/1/11
Sorry!
Hey guys :) Few things to cover today!
1. My name is no longer Neon Natalie. I'm Selene Sacrifice.
2. I got a new keyboard and the keys are uber sticky, so sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors. I'm trying my hardest but the keys stick.
3.I haven't been updating daily because I am insanely busy with the fam, as well as friends who are in need and some people I know who are occupying my time. I will start posting more frequently soon. I won't post on July 11th, just because I'm busy that day.
Now to the real post for today!
I love all the people that are nice enough to read my blog! Thank you guys so much for reading and thanks for the support. I'm gonna feel really stupid if only like...3 people read my blog. But I'm still grateful for those 3. I love you guys so much and thanks.
1. My name is no longer Neon Natalie. I'm Selene Sacrifice.
2. I got a new keyboard and the keys are uber sticky, so sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors. I'm trying my hardest but the keys stick.
3.I haven't been updating daily because I am insanely busy with the fam, as well as friends who are in need and some people I know who are occupying my time. I will start posting more frequently soon. I won't post on July 11th, just because I'm busy that day.
Now to the real post for today!
I love all the people that are nice enough to read my blog! Thank you guys so much for reading and thanks for the support. I'm gonna feel really stupid if only like...3 people read my blog. But I'm still grateful for those 3. I love you guys so much and thanks.
6/27/11
Love Yourself
Be proud of who you are. Listen to screamo (if you like it) or metal. It doesn't matter! Dress like you, not like your parents. And embrace your style!
Live Every Day Like It Was Your Last!
-Neon Natalie<33x
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Having Fun
It's good every once in a while to hang with your friends! Today, I'm dedicating it to my beloved bestie, Raye. :) I also wanna warn you that from now on, i'll be writing my blogg from my phone. So please, if there are any spelling or gramar errors, it's cozza my phone. So anyway, PICTURES! They'll be up on my tumblr soon!
my tumblr is: xXNeonNatalieXx.tumblr.com
Be Watching for my smexxy pictures with the star of HeyItsLight (aka the author of Surprises Happen)
Check out Raye's blogg at: surpriseshappen.blogspot.com
and be sure to bring your ShamWoohoo!
lawlzz
okay, well, that's all for this entry!
Stay True to Yourself,
-Neon Natalie<33x
my tumblr is: xXNeonNatalieXx.tumblr.com
Be Watching for my smexxy pictures with the star of HeyItsLight (aka the author of Surprises Happen)
Check out Raye's blogg at: surpriseshappen.blogspot.com
and be sure to bring your ShamWoohoo!
lawlzz
okay, well, that's all for this entry!
Stay True to Yourself,
-Neon Natalie<33x
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6/26/11
You Are Beautiful
Alright guys, it's Neon.. this post is specifically for Raye Nicole.. No matter what you think when youu look in the mirror, you are beautiful. No matter what any betch out there says, you ARE beautiful.
You aren't worthles. You aren't uglyy. You're amazing. Dont ever forget that!
I know this is really short, but i just had to make this point clear. Raye Nicole, you are beautiful!
Believe in Yourself
-Neon Natalie<33x
You aren't worthles. You aren't uglyy. You're amazing. Dont ever forget that!
I know this is really short, but i just had to make this point clear. Raye Nicole, you are beautiful!
Believe in Yourself
-Neon Natalie<33x
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I Support
Alright, guys, so this is kinda important to me.... I don't like that people have been mean to me about this before.... So I'm gonna straight up tell you.
I support LGBT.
I did Day of Silence this year. It was really fun, actually. I even voulenteered in my little sister's third grade class. The kids were so surprised that I wouldn't talk to them, cause I usually do. They thought I was trying to be mean, but I just sat quietly and helped the teacher without talking to anyone but the teacher when I needed to. It was really fun!
Anyway, people have bugged me about it... And it isn't cool. I really support LGBT. I think it's alright to be gay or bi. I think it's fine to be a lesbian or be trans. So what?
Don't treat someone differently because they're different. Being gay doesn't mean you aren't normal. And it sure doesn't mean you're gonna burn in Hell. Alright? Let's get this over with. If God hated gays so much, why would He make them gay? He wouldn't! He loves His children equally. In case you guys didn't know this, a lot of people in Jesus's time were gay....
Yeah, so please leave me and my LGBT friends alone about burning in Hell for either being LGBT or supporting. Thanks. That is all.
I Support, Do you?
-Neon Natalie <33x
I support LGBT.
I did Day of Silence this year. It was really fun, actually. I even voulenteered in my little sister's third grade class. The kids were so surprised that I wouldn't talk to them, cause I usually do. They thought I was trying to be mean, but I just sat quietly and helped the teacher without talking to anyone but the teacher when I needed to. It was really fun!
Anyway, people have bugged me about it... And it isn't cool. I really support LGBT. I think it's alright to be gay or bi. I think it's fine to be a lesbian or be trans. So what?
Don't treat someone differently because they're different. Being gay doesn't mean you aren't normal. And it sure doesn't mean you're gonna burn in Hell. Alright? Let's get this over with. If God hated gays so much, why would He make them gay? He wouldn't! He loves His children equally. In case you guys didn't know this, a lot of people in Jesus's time were gay....
Yeah, so please leave me and my LGBT friends alone about burning in Hell for either being LGBT or supporting. Thanks. That is all.
I Support, Do you?
-Neon Natalie <33x
Music Is My Life
Hey, guys. It's Neon. Yesterday's post (this one), is about something serious, as are most of my posts. This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I had to babysit. So I'm posting it today.
-Neon Natalie
Ok, so as the title says, music is my life. I'm not kidding when I say this. A lot of things in my life have to do with music. I'm a singer/songwriter, and I've been singing since I was really little. I started singing karaoke when I was about 6 or 7. Well, I really liked it. And after some years of vocal development, I have grown to like performing in front of people that aren't family. I love performing for my family still, but there's a certain rush for performing in front of total strangers, especially when it's a song you've been working on for so long.
Now, I still have problems with singing. I have partial hearing loss, so that can make hitting notes I can't hear that well really hard. When I perform, the music needs to be really loud in my ears so I can hear my notes. It's not easy to sing when hearing is hard. Sometimes, it's a major setback.
Also, since I'm only 12, my voice is changing. This is not a fun time for singing. My voice cracks and all that jazz ALL the time. It's sorta stupid, but I gotta push through it. Finish my song and get off stage. That's it.
I play keyboard and piano as well. I'm learning guitar, but that's a process that could take forever. No kidding. I'm really bad at the guitar, but I play piano okay. I'm not going to say I'm some sort of prodigee, because I'm really not. I'm not even a really good player, much less a prodigee.
Songwriting. Don't ask me how I do it. It's a really long process and it's been forever since I wrote a song. The last song I wrote was called Home. It was a song about how, as a military kid, I don't know where my home is. I wrote it when we were about to move again. We were moving from Las Vegas to New Mexico. I was really scared. So I sat down and sang the first thing that came to mind, which was:
Where is my home? The place where I'll stay...
And I just expanded off of that.
Even besides my music and how it plays in my life, my friends are all musically talented. Most of my friends are singer/songwriters. I do have some friends who play instruments. Being around music pretty much all the time really pushes me to be like my favorite artists some day. I usually sit and wish I could sing like Carrie Underwood or something, but I know if I keep working at my singing and songwriting, I could get really good. Maybe good enough to be a professional singer.
That's pretty much all I have to say for this post. Oh, and just in case people wonder what kind of music I listen to, here are some bands/artists that I like:
Black Veil Brides
Carrie Underwood
Forever the Sickest Kids
Miley Cyrus
Katy Perry
Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
Britany Spears
Lady Gaga (I'm a little monster)
Nicki Minaj
Rihanna
Taylor Swift
Paramore
Miranda Lambert
Jennette McCurdy
Those are just a few. I'm really trying to get listening to more bands like:
As I Lay Dying
Bring Me the Horizon
The Devil Wears Prada
Asking Alexandria
Misfits
Those are just a few bands I'm going to look at. Check em out if you'd like. Feel free to comment and I'll totally reply, eventually.
Stay True To You
--Neon Natalie <33x
-Neon Natalie
Ok, so as the title says, music is my life. I'm not kidding when I say this. A lot of things in my life have to do with music. I'm a singer/songwriter, and I've been singing since I was really little. I started singing karaoke when I was about 6 or 7. Well, I really liked it. And after some years of vocal development, I have grown to like performing in front of people that aren't family. I love performing for my family still, but there's a certain rush for performing in front of total strangers, especially when it's a song you've been working on for so long.
Now, I still have problems with singing. I have partial hearing loss, so that can make hitting notes I can't hear that well really hard. When I perform, the music needs to be really loud in my ears so I can hear my notes. It's not easy to sing when hearing is hard. Sometimes, it's a major setback.
Also, since I'm only 12, my voice is changing. This is not a fun time for singing. My voice cracks and all that jazz ALL the time. It's sorta stupid, but I gotta push through it. Finish my song and get off stage. That's it.
I play keyboard and piano as well. I'm learning guitar, but that's a process that could take forever. No kidding. I'm really bad at the guitar, but I play piano okay. I'm not going to say I'm some sort of prodigee, because I'm really not. I'm not even a really good player, much less a prodigee.
Songwriting. Don't ask me how I do it. It's a really long process and it's been forever since I wrote a song. The last song I wrote was called Home. It was a song about how, as a military kid, I don't know where my home is. I wrote it when we were about to move again. We were moving from Las Vegas to New Mexico. I was really scared. So I sat down and sang the first thing that came to mind, which was:
Where is my home? The place where I'll stay...
And I just expanded off of that.
Even besides my music and how it plays in my life, my friends are all musically talented. Most of my friends are singer/songwriters. I do have some friends who play instruments. Being around music pretty much all the time really pushes me to be like my favorite artists some day. I usually sit and wish I could sing like Carrie Underwood or something, but I know if I keep working at my singing and songwriting, I could get really good. Maybe good enough to be a professional singer.
That's pretty much all I have to say for this post. Oh, and just in case people wonder what kind of music I listen to, here are some bands/artists that I like:
Black Veil Brides
Carrie Underwood
Forever the Sickest Kids
Miley Cyrus
Katy Perry
Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
Britany Spears
Lady Gaga (I'm a little monster)
Nicki Minaj
Rihanna
Taylor Swift
Paramore
Miranda Lambert
Jennette McCurdy
Those are just a few. I'm really trying to get listening to more bands like:
As I Lay Dying
Bring Me the Horizon
The Devil Wears Prada
Asking Alexandria
Misfits
Those are just a few bands I'm going to look at. Check em out if you'd like. Feel free to comment and I'll totally reply, eventually.
Stay True To You
--Neon Natalie <33x
Style Haters
Hey, it's me, obviously....Ooh..Donuts...
Anyway, since yesterday I didn't write a blog post, I'll write two today, just to be fair.
NOW STOP READING SO I CAN GET MY HEADPHONES FOR MY IPOD!!
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Alright, now that I have my iPod headphones and I are listening to Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides, I am so ready to write this blog. :)
So, as the title says, today's blog post is about Style Haters. We all know who I'm talking about. They're the ones that will hate on you because of the following:
*Hairstlyes
*Clothes
*Music
*Hair color
*Shoes
*Randomness
*etc.
For example, just imagine this:
So you're best friends with a Style Hater, but you don't know that. You're just a normal kinda girl. You don't dress particular to one style, you just dress in anything that's in your room at the time of getting dressed. And as you go into middle school, things start to change. You like to wear more bright colors and you enjoy doing your hair with the "scene hair."
You notice that you're fitting in more with the "scene kids" than you are with other "groups."
So what you decide to do is pick a nice long school break to "go scene."
Over the summer, you've transformed quite a bit. You haven't seen your school friends at all! You got choppy layers in your hair and wear colored extensions. You tease your hair, wear eyeliner, and usually wear random t-shirts and cute skinnies. You finally see your school friends and...well, they're not exactly happy. Well, one of them isn't happy.
They think you look absolutely insane. "You're not like the old you," they say.
"What if being the 'old me' wasn't what I wanted?" you reply.
"I don't like your new 'style.'" they say.
"And? Do you think that if I cared about anyone else's opinion I would've done this?" you say.
"Well, I'm not gonna be your friend if you keep dressing 'scene.'" they reply.
"Fine." you say, walking away confidently.
So you lost a "friend" because you became "scene." If they were actually your friend, they probably would've stuck by you through your new style.The thing is, they are just hating your new style, not you. They might just altogether think the "scene" is stupid, or will get you into drugs or something. That's the really stupid part. They don't have a problem with you, it's your style.
So don't worry. You don't wanna be friends with someone whose gonna judge you every day because you're being you. That's the point of life. Being you. So don't let someone judge you and try to be your "friend," because it won't work. You aren't gonna stand for the judgement.
Just listen to what the inner you says. If you're "scene," then by all means, be "scene." It's your choice, really. Just watch out for the Parental Units. They might try to change your mind about changing your style. Don't get in trouble by going behind their backs and dying your hair hot pink. Let them try to change you. Don't change.
Stay Beautiful && Good Luck!
--Neon Natalie <33x
Anyway, since yesterday I didn't write a blog post, I'll write two today, just to be fair.
NOW STOP READING SO I CAN GET MY HEADPHONES FOR MY IPOD!!
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Alright, now that I have my iPod headphones and I are listening to Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides, I am so ready to write this blog. :)
So, as the title says, today's blog post is about Style Haters. We all know who I'm talking about. They're the ones that will hate on you because of the following:
*Hairstlyes
*Clothes
*Music
*Hair color
*Shoes
*Randomness
*etc.
For example, just imagine this:
So you're best friends with a Style Hater, but you don't know that. You're just a normal kinda girl. You don't dress particular to one style, you just dress in anything that's in your room at the time of getting dressed. And as you go into middle school, things start to change. You like to wear more bright colors and you enjoy doing your hair with the "scene hair."
You notice that you're fitting in more with the "scene kids" than you are with other "groups."
So what you decide to do is pick a nice long school break to "go scene."
Over the summer, you've transformed quite a bit. You haven't seen your school friends at all! You got choppy layers in your hair and wear colored extensions. You tease your hair, wear eyeliner, and usually wear random t-shirts and cute skinnies. You finally see your school friends and...well, they're not exactly happy. Well, one of them isn't happy.
They think you look absolutely insane. "You're not like the old you," they say.
"What if being the 'old me' wasn't what I wanted?" you reply.
"I don't like your new 'style.'" they say.
"And? Do you think that if I cared about anyone else's opinion I would've done this?" you say.
"Well, I'm not gonna be your friend if you keep dressing 'scene.'" they reply.
"Fine." you say, walking away confidently.
So you lost a "friend" because you became "scene." If they were actually your friend, they probably would've stuck by you through your new style.The thing is, they are just hating your new style, not you. They might just altogether think the "scene" is stupid, or will get you into drugs or something. That's the really stupid part. They don't have a problem with you, it's your style.
So don't worry. You don't wanna be friends with someone whose gonna judge you every day because you're being you. That's the point of life. Being you. So don't let someone judge you and try to be your "friend," because it won't work. You aren't gonna stand for the judgement.
Just listen to what the inner you says. If you're "scene," then by all means, be "scene." It's your choice, really. Just watch out for the Parental Units. They might try to change your mind about changing your style. Don't get in trouble by going behind their backs and dying your hair hot pink. Let them try to change you. Don't change.
Stay Beautiful && Good Luck!
--Neon Natalie <33x
6/24/11
It's Unfair
Alright, so you're in that weird part of life where you don't know where you fit in. Finally, you figure out that the people you're most like are the scene kids. You slowly ease yourself into the style in the hopes you won't be called a poser. You fit in perfectly. For once, you have friends who are just like you.
Your parents told you before that you just had to find the place where you fit in. Finally you have. But something's wrong.
Your mom tells you to get ready one morning, so you run into the bathroom and tease your hair, just like you like it. And when you walk out, your mom totally disapproves and says, "You look stupid. You aren't going out like that."
What do you do? You obey your mom. You don't want to get in trouble, now, do you? You're really mad. But you untease your hair and walk back out with the flattest hair possible.
You go out with your mom to wherever you need to go. When you get home, your mom asks you if you want to go hang out with your scene friends. You say no. She asks you why and you tell her that she doesn't approve of how you dress around them, your real friends, and she doesn't approve of how you do your hair, either. She says, "Fine, today do it, but that's the last time. You won't ever leave my house looking that stupid ever again."
Now you're really mad. You tell her you aren't going and walk off. You reach your room, and by now, you're crying. You can't disobey her. She's your mom. But you know where you fit in. If she doesn't support you, you still want to be with your friends and still fit in, right? So what do you do?
I don't know. I'm asking my readers to tell me. What do you do when your mom/dad disapproves of the way you dress/talk/act/etc.? All of this actually happened to me today. I'm very very mad. If I can't be me then who am I supposed to be? My mother? For right now, I'm going easy on the teasing && the makeup && all that. Hopefully, she'll start to understand scene culture, but until then, I don't think I can continue to be Neon Natalie on this blog. And I'm sorry for disappointing my readers if I can't write more.
Thanks for the support
-Neon Natalie <33x
Your parents told you before that you just had to find the place where you fit in. Finally you have. But something's wrong.
Your mom tells you to get ready one morning, so you run into the bathroom and tease your hair, just like you like it. And when you walk out, your mom totally disapproves and says, "You look stupid. You aren't going out like that."
What do you do? You obey your mom. You don't want to get in trouble, now, do you? You're really mad. But you untease your hair and walk back out with the flattest hair possible.
You go out with your mom to wherever you need to go. When you get home, your mom asks you if you want to go hang out with your scene friends. You say no. She asks you why and you tell her that she doesn't approve of how you dress around them, your real friends, and she doesn't approve of how you do your hair, either. She says, "Fine, today do it, but that's the last time. You won't ever leave my house looking that stupid ever again."
Now you're really mad. You tell her you aren't going and walk off. You reach your room, and by now, you're crying. You can't disobey her. She's your mom. But you know where you fit in. If she doesn't support you, you still want to be with your friends and still fit in, right? So what do you do?
I don't know. I'm asking my readers to tell me. What do you do when your mom/dad disapproves of the way you dress/talk/act/etc.? All of this actually happened to me today. I'm very very mad. If I can't be me then who am I supposed to be? My mother? For right now, I'm going easy on the teasing && the makeup && all that. Hopefully, she'll start to understand scene culture, but until then, I don't think I can continue to be Neon Natalie on this blog. And I'm sorry for disappointing my readers if I can't write more.
Thanks for the support
-Neon Natalie <33x
The Things That Make Me Mad
Hi guys!! So I thought it'd be interesting to make a list of the things that make me mad. Why? Well, I'm mad right now! So I'm in the perfect mood for this!
okay, here we go!
1. When people make fun of my style.
2. When my mom disapproves of my style.
3. When my friends disapprove of my style.
4. When I die in Runescape.
5. When my kitty forgets she has a litter box and decides to use the floor as a toilet.
6. When I have to mop up cat pee.
7. When I'm not allowed to do my hair how I want it.
8. When I can't think of a topic for my blog posts.
9. When the Runescape server is slow.
10. When YouTube is running slow.
11. When I can't find AA batteries for my dorky camera.
12. When my best friend ever, J, is busy.
13. When people try to fight with me.
14. When people call me a poser.
15. When people can't support me through my own choices.
16. When I have to give up on something because my mom doesn't support me enough to help me.
17. When I think about how I had to quit on vegetarianism because of my mom.
18. Having to eat meat.
19. Having to dress how my mom wants me to, not how I want to.
20. When people LIE.
Those are 20 things that make me extremely mad. And in case you're wondering what I'm talking about in number 16, I'll explain it below.
I was gonna go vegetarian and my mom kept taking the fam out to eat in places that serve meat ONLY. Like Texas Roadhouse. Like, there isn't a thing on that menu that doesn't include MEAT!!! I told her I was for real about being a vegetarian and she totally laughed in my face. Literally.
Anyway....
I might post some more stuff later today, until my mom comes home...because I don't have my own computer in my room that I can use to write my blog on... so anyway, Thanks for reading....
-Neon Natalie <33x
okay, here we go!
1. When people make fun of my style.
2. When my mom disapproves of my style.
3. When my friends disapprove of my style.
4. When I die in Runescape.
5. When my kitty forgets she has a litter box and decides to use the floor as a toilet.
6. When I have to mop up cat pee.
7. When I'm not allowed to do my hair how I want it.
8. When I can't think of a topic for my blog posts.
9. When the Runescape server is slow.
10. When YouTube is running slow.
11. When I can't find AA batteries for my dorky camera.
12. When my best friend ever, J, is busy.
13. When people try to fight with me.
14. When people call me a poser.
15. When people can't support me through my own choices.
16. When I have to give up on something because my mom doesn't support me enough to help me.
17. When I think about how I had to quit on vegetarianism because of my mom.
18. Having to eat meat.
19. Having to dress how my mom wants me to, not how I want to.
20. When people LIE.
Those are 20 things that make me extremely mad. And in case you're wondering what I'm talking about in number 16, I'll explain it below.
I was gonna go vegetarian and my mom kept taking the fam out to eat in places that serve meat ONLY. Like Texas Roadhouse. Like, there isn't a thing on that menu that doesn't include MEAT!!! I told her I was for real about being a vegetarian and she totally laughed in my face. Literally.
Anyway....
I might post some more stuff later today, until my mom comes home...because I don't have my own computer in my room that I can use to write my blog on... so anyway, Thanks for reading....
-Neon Natalie <33x
Getting Stalked
Alright, so you might be wondering why I'm blogging about getting stalked. Well, yesterday, the reason I didn't write my usual daily blog post was because I was being stalked, and so was a friend of mine. Let me explain these situations to you by making you IMAGINE!!!
Imagine This (my turn being stalked):
You walk into the bathroom to touch up your makeup & hair, when suddenly, a short blonde child with bright blue eyes appears behind you. When you turn around, you just see her there. She tilts her head and does one of those scary movie smiles. "Hi.." she whispers.
Totally freaked out, you turn back to the mirror and mumble, "Hi."
Suddenly, you hear giggling, but it's not just one person giggling, it's three. You turn around to find three little ones standing behind you, staring. "Here, use the sink." you say, moving aside. You suddenly dial someone's number you know so you can hopefully get help.
They ask who you're talking to, and you say it's your friend. They assume it's your boyfriend and continue asking strange questions that you can't answer. Finally, you give in and say, "If I let you say hi to my friend, will you three leave????"
They agree and each scream HI into your phone. They walk out. You continue fixing your hair, when you hear a muffled giggling followed by three loud bangs. You know it's coming from the door to the bathroom. You're starting to freak out, wondering how you're gonna escape because the little ones are standing right outside the door.
Finally, the door slowly opens. You're really scared now. It turns out to be a friend who noticed you'd been gone for over 15 minutes. She tells the little girls that she's gonna tell their teacher and they leave. You finish fixing your hair, and when you leave, you notice the three little girls pressed up against a window across the hall.
THAT HAPPENED TO ME!!!
Imagine this (it happened to a friend):
You log onto Runescape and you're trying to accomplish your tasks when you notice that a girl avatar (coz yours is a guy) is following you everywhere you go. Finally, you corner her. You have the following conversation with her:
You:Hey
Her: Hi
You: Why are u stalking me?
Her: Im lookin for a bf
You: Oh
*she starts walking away*
you: where u goin
Her: u dont like me
Her: Do u?
You:.....
WOW... a creeper looking for a boyfriend on runescape!!!
WATCH OUT FOR STALKERS, KIDS!!!
Imagine This (my turn being stalked):
You walk into the bathroom to touch up your makeup & hair, when suddenly, a short blonde child with bright blue eyes appears behind you. When you turn around, you just see her there. She tilts her head and does one of those scary movie smiles. "Hi.." she whispers.
Totally freaked out, you turn back to the mirror and mumble, "Hi."
Suddenly, you hear giggling, but it's not just one person giggling, it's three. You turn around to find three little ones standing behind you, staring. "Here, use the sink." you say, moving aside. You suddenly dial someone's number you know so you can hopefully get help.
They ask who you're talking to, and you say it's your friend. They assume it's your boyfriend and continue asking strange questions that you can't answer. Finally, you give in and say, "If I let you say hi to my friend, will you three leave????"
They agree and each scream HI into your phone. They walk out. You continue fixing your hair, when you hear a muffled giggling followed by three loud bangs. You know it's coming from the door to the bathroom. You're starting to freak out, wondering how you're gonna escape because the little ones are standing right outside the door.
Finally, the door slowly opens. You're really scared now. It turns out to be a friend who noticed you'd been gone for over 15 minutes. She tells the little girls that she's gonna tell their teacher and they leave. You finish fixing your hair, and when you leave, you notice the three little girls pressed up against a window across the hall.
THAT HAPPENED TO ME!!!
Imagine this (it happened to a friend):
You log onto Runescape and you're trying to accomplish your tasks when you notice that a girl avatar (coz yours is a guy) is following you everywhere you go. Finally, you corner her. You have the following conversation with her:
You:Hey
Her: Hi
You: Why are u stalking me?
Her: Im lookin for a bf
You: Oh
*she starts walking away*
you: where u goin
Her: u dont like me
Her: Do u?
You:.....
WOW... a creeper looking for a boyfriend on runescape!!!
WATCH OUT FOR STALKERS, KIDS!!!
6/22/11
Reconnecting With Old Friends
Imagine this:
You're sitting around in a place where you usually hang out with your new friends. You're talking, laughing, and playing around. Suddenly, you look up and see someone you think you know. You walk over to get a better look. You do know them! They were once your closest friend. Either that, or you were pretty good friends who drifted.
Well now that you know who it is, you've just gotta go say hi! You casually walk over and try not to be a creepy stalker person. You say, "Hi (insert name)! How are you? You remember me, right?"
And of course, they remember you. They aren't acting how they used to, but that's expected because nobody stays the same for that long. They don't look that much different, but they're hanging out with different people. You know the ones, too. They're the people that'll target their "friend's" friends and make them feel bad.
Now, you're not so sure you want to be their friend again. But this friend sounds like they're super excited to reconnect with you. How are you supposed to approach this situation without being a total biznitch?
The answer:
You've gotta remember that people have feelings. You don't wanna be mean to them, because they could use their friends to gang up on you. You don't want that, trust me. Don't go looking for a fight with them to make them find you less appealing as a friend, either. That'll ruin the way you're seen by a lot of people, even if they don't know you. First impressions always stick. If your old friend is hanging out with people you don't know, use this as an opportunity to meet new people.
When you start hanging out with an old friend again, it may be a little awkward if a touchy subject is brought up. Just keep the conversation in that "friendly chit chat" mood. You know what I'm talking about, right? If you don't, here's an example (RANDOM NAME FOR FRIEND USED):
You: Hey Sorya!
Sorya: Hi!
You: How have you been?
Sorya: Pretty good, and you?
You: Peachy!
Keeping the conversation friendly like this will help you avoid awkward moments when a bad subject comes up, because you'll mainly focus on the happy stuff. Think back to the happy things you did with this friend and try to talk about those.
Finally, you should give reconnecting a try. It won't hurt! And if it still doesnt work, then you need to break it off.
Hope I helped. Comment me questions to answer.
--Neon Natalie <333x
You're sitting around in a place where you usually hang out with your new friends. You're talking, laughing, and playing around. Suddenly, you look up and see someone you think you know. You walk over to get a better look. You do know them! They were once your closest friend. Either that, or you were pretty good friends who drifted.
Well now that you know who it is, you've just gotta go say hi! You casually walk over and try not to be a creepy stalker person. You say, "Hi (insert name)! How are you? You remember me, right?"
And of course, they remember you. They aren't acting how they used to, but that's expected because nobody stays the same for that long. They don't look that much different, but they're hanging out with different people. You know the ones, too. They're the people that'll target their "friend's" friends and make them feel bad.
Now, you're not so sure you want to be their friend again. But this friend sounds like they're super excited to reconnect with you. How are you supposed to approach this situation without being a total biznitch?
The answer:
You've gotta remember that people have feelings. You don't wanna be mean to them, because they could use their friends to gang up on you. You don't want that, trust me. Don't go looking for a fight with them to make them find you less appealing as a friend, either. That'll ruin the way you're seen by a lot of people, even if they don't know you. First impressions always stick. If your old friend is hanging out with people you don't know, use this as an opportunity to meet new people.
When you start hanging out with an old friend again, it may be a little awkward if a touchy subject is brought up. Just keep the conversation in that "friendly chit chat" mood. You know what I'm talking about, right? If you don't, here's an example (RANDOM NAME FOR FRIEND USED):
You: Hey Sorya!
Sorya: Hi!
You: How have you been?
Sorya: Pretty good, and you?
You: Peachy!
Keeping the conversation friendly like this will help you avoid awkward moments when a bad subject comes up, because you'll mainly focus on the happy stuff. Think back to the happy things you did with this friend and try to talk about those.
Finally, you should give reconnecting a try. It won't hurt! And if it still doesnt work, then you need to break it off.
Hope I helped. Comment me questions to answer.
--Neon Natalie <333x
6/21/11
Who Are Your Real Friends?
During the time of your life when you're trying to find out where you fit in, whether that be with the scenes, goths, preps, jocks, etc., you might lose a lot of friends. While this can be sad, it's bound to happen eventually.
Let's face it, people change. Whether you change, or your friend changes, it's gonna happen. You might not even like the end result, but it will happen. When a friend changes, it's best to support her/him in their decision. But if that just isn't possible, or they've changed in ways that make them mean, you may just wanna break it off. That's right. Sit them down and tell it to them straight. Say politely, "I'm sorry, but you're acting like a total butt fash now, and I can't be around someone like that. I think we should just not be friends for now."
Now, obviously, they're not gonna like this, especially if you've been besties for quite a while. Just be strong. This will be hard, if you see them as your friend still. But if they're being meanies, this should be somewhat easier. It won't be super easy though. It'll still be hard when you go home and see that charm bracelet that you and your bestie made together on your trip to Sin City. But you'll make it through.
If you and a friend have recently fought, you know that some friendships make it through everything, while others crack under the pressure. It just depends on how close you and this friend really are. If you guys are true BFFs, you'll survive everything, from fights to moves. Remember that even if you guys take a friendship break, you can still go back to being friends.
A friendship break basically means that you guys had a disagreement and need to stay away from each other till you guys calm down. This could take a while. You and your friend could expect even up to a year for a cool down. Don't just jump back into the friendship and expect it to be exactly how it was before. It doesn't work like that. You need to ease back into the friendship just like you ease into a new one with a complete stranger.
If you and a friend survive all this, all the ups and downs, the guys, the broken hearts, the fights, the late night phone calls, etc, you are truly friends. Most important of all the true friend traits, they will always be there for you. They will always support you, they will always be there for you, and they will always be there to help when you're in need. Treating your friend like a friend is important. Don't treat them like some toy that you can get bored with easily. Friends have feelings.
Please don't give up on something you believe in to fit in. And if you feel like you're being messed with because of your views on something, talk to your real bestie. They can help.
If you have any questions for me to answer in a blog post, contact me in the comments.
love you guys :)
--Neon Natalie <333
Let's face it, people change. Whether you change, or your friend changes, it's gonna happen. You might not even like the end result, but it will happen. When a friend changes, it's best to support her/him in their decision. But if that just isn't possible, or they've changed in ways that make them mean, you may just wanna break it off. That's right. Sit them down and tell it to them straight. Say politely, "I'm sorry, but you're acting like a total butt fash now, and I can't be around someone like that. I think we should just not be friends for now."
Now, obviously, they're not gonna like this, especially if you've been besties for quite a while. Just be strong. This will be hard, if you see them as your friend still. But if they're being meanies, this should be somewhat easier. It won't be super easy though. It'll still be hard when you go home and see that charm bracelet that you and your bestie made together on your trip to Sin City. But you'll make it through.
If you and a friend have recently fought, you know that some friendships make it through everything, while others crack under the pressure. It just depends on how close you and this friend really are. If you guys are true BFFs, you'll survive everything, from fights to moves. Remember that even if you guys take a friendship break, you can still go back to being friends.
A friendship break basically means that you guys had a disagreement and need to stay away from each other till you guys calm down. This could take a while. You and your friend could expect even up to a year for a cool down. Don't just jump back into the friendship and expect it to be exactly how it was before. It doesn't work like that. You need to ease back into the friendship just like you ease into a new one with a complete stranger.
If you and a friend survive all this, all the ups and downs, the guys, the broken hearts, the fights, the late night phone calls, etc, you are truly friends. Most important of all the true friend traits, they will always be there for you. They will always support you, they will always be there for you, and they will always be there to help when you're in need. Treating your friend like a friend is important. Don't treat them like some toy that you can get bored with easily. Friends have feelings.
Please don't give up on something you believe in to fit in. And if you feel like you're being messed with because of your views on something, talk to your real bestie. They can help.
If you have any questions for me to answer in a blog post, contact me in the comments.
love you guys :)
--Neon Natalie <333
Asking For Forgiveness
Imagine this:
You just told two friends a secret that they promised to keep and wouldnt be mad about or anything. One friend is slightly shocked, which you can expect because your secret was a bit intense. The other friend totally freaks out and starts harassing you, constantly texting you and putting you down because of the secret. You get up and leave. Your first friend apologizes, as do you. Over two months later, the second "friend" still hasn't apologized.
A few nights ago, you get a text from this "friend" asking you to forgive her. You nicely tell her that you don't want to talk at the moment.
Last night, you got a text from your real friend who apologized. She said she's sad that she can't hang out with her friends all together because of the fight between you and the "friend" from before. She asks you to at least listen to the "friend," because she has something important to say. She doesn't say that you have to forgive the "friend," but that "friend" is bound to ask you for forgiveness.
One thing I've learned is that if people are mean to you once and it takes them over two months to apologize, they usually don't mean it and will probably turn around and be mean again. Now, I'm not saying that this "friend," who I'll call T, is lying. I'm saying that I haven't known T for that long. I don't know her as well as my first friend, R, does. R thinks that T was just being her usual straightforward self and speaking her mind.
If T asks for my forgiveness, I can't guarantee that I'll say, "Yes, T, I forgive you." What I can guarantee is that I'm not going to stand for being harassed and yelled at for living my life the way I want to.
If T would've stepped up earlier and apologized, I would have considered forgiving her for being mean. I can't honestly say that what's mean for you is mean for me, but when someone knows that they're hurting your feelings, specifically because you told them, and they don't stop, you don't stand for it. If you believe in something and you're being harassed because of it, don't stand for it.
Always remember, when someone asks for forgiveness, watch out. And make sure you know who your real friends are, because they'll always have your back, no matter how many times you fight.
Thanks for reading this suckish blog. I hope that you enjoyed my "dramatic" story...
You just told two friends a secret that they promised to keep and wouldnt be mad about or anything. One friend is slightly shocked, which you can expect because your secret was a bit intense. The other friend totally freaks out and starts harassing you, constantly texting you and putting you down because of the secret. You get up and leave. Your first friend apologizes, as do you. Over two months later, the second "friend" still hasn't apologized.
A few nights ago, you get a text from this "friend" asking you to forgive her. You nicely tell her that you don't want to talk at the moment.
Last night, you got a text from your real friend who apologized. She said she's sad that she can't hang out with her friends all together because of the fight between you and the "friend" from before. She asks you to at least listen to the "friend," because she has something important to say. She doesn't say that you have to forgive the "friend," but that "friend" is bound to ask you for forgiveness.
One thing I've learned is that if people are mean to you once and it takes them over two months to apologize, they usually don't mean it and will probably turn around and be mean again. Now, I'm not saying that this "friend," who I'll call T, is lying. I'm saying that I haven't known T for that long. I don't know her as well as my first friend, R, does. R thinks that T was just being her usual straightforward self and speaking her mind.
If T asks for my forgiveness, I can't guarantee that I'll say, "Yes, T, I forgive you." What I can guarantee is that I'm not going to stand for being harassed and yelled at for living my life the way I want to.
If T would've stepped up earlier and apologized, I would have considered forgiving her for being mean. I can't honestly say that what's mean for you is mean for me, but when someone knows that they're hurting your feelings, specifically because you told them, and they don't stop, you don't stand for it. If you believe in something and you're being harassed because of it, don't stand for it.
Always remember, when someone asks for forgiveness, watch out. And make sure you know who your real friends are, because they'll always have your back, no matter how many times you fight.
Thanks for reading this suckish blog. I hope that you enjoyed my "dramatic" story...
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