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When I woke up this morning, I felt as nauseous as when I had fallen asleep. My head was spinning and my mind was racing as if I were in a drunken stooper. Warning: Turmoil in Brooklyn.

Looking trough these plastic frames, my plastic nails tapping against plastic keys, it is hard to see the real in anything. Everything around me is a product, carefully marketed to myself, the consumer.
Chair, water bottle, pen, desktop computer, oversized heart-shaped ring, cell phone, back pack, smart board, key-chain, magazine, HIGH SCHOOL.
Everybody is thinking the same thing. Every one around me is so fake.

Every one around you is fake. Every single thing you do is fake unless directed toward yourself or one sole other person. Otherwise you're looking for attention are you not?
So can you blame me for waking up everyday sick to my stomach?

this is going nowhere.

i can't even spit it out on my blog...smh

My mom said, "Brooklyn, I think I know my daughter well enough to say that you're not driven. You care about your social acceptance more than your academic achievement."

I couldn't tell her this because it seems so pathetic to me but no, mom I don't start off every day thinking I want to be a great student! What you call my strive for social acceptance is actually me starting off every day thinking it would really, really be great to fall in love...

Girls go through boys like I go through fruit snacks.

If I could just have my one person I'd be happy.