Ok, so I'm meant to be starting some "Optimistic outlook on life" and to be "happy" all the
time and just not give a flying shit about what anything anyone says, or what goes on in life. I was supposed to make this year the most joyous of my school years, It was the year I have looked forward to for the last four years at my time at this stupid school. Now I realise, I shouldn't have spent that time wishing for this year to come, because now that it finally has, I wish I was back in Middle School. I wish I was back to that little chubby year five kid who didn't actually take the time to consider what the hell other people thought of me. I just didn't have a care in the world, and everything was just exceedingly easier.
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.