DAY SIX

Day 6: Have you ever been heartbroken? Have you ever broken a heart?

 

Yes, to both. I find myself often breaking hearts, and I don't mean to sound conceited when I say that.  I get bored easily, and I also find myself falling in love with every other guy I see. To quote my favorite movie in attempt to snap myself out of it:

 

"Just because a cute girl likes the same bizzaro crap you do, doesn't mean she's your soulmate."

 

 

Because of this, I get my heart broken a lot, but I don't know if it's really the guys doing it or if I'm breaking my own heart due to overtly high expectations. Either way, I've lost faith in love as of late. I want my fairytale, and I'm afraid it's never going to happen.

 

I apologize for these blogs seriously SUCKING. I've been having minor (major?) freak-outs lately and can't focus for my life.

DAY FIVE

5. What is your phobia/fear?

 

Okay, I only have about a million. Spiders, sharks, snakes, heights, deep water, crowds, tight spaces, not being able to move my limbs, not death but dying, having to pretend I know something when I have no clue (yes, I know that sounds absurd coming from me)...but I have one that absolutely terrifies me:

Being completely alone.

 

To go through all of that by myself, without anyone telling me it'll be a-okay? Holy crap, no. Couldn't do it.

I can see how this would go along with day three (true love), because my explanation was feeling safe and secure. Obviously I'm disgustingly insecure if that's what I need more than anything else. Could I be any more typically teen? Seriously.

 

It's so sad that the feeling this photo portrays to me is exactly what I need to never be afraid of anything ever again.  What happened to relying on myself?

 

DAY FOUR

4. What is the best and worst jobs you have ever had?

 

Honestly, I've had one legitimate job....and I hated it.  I worked as a hostess at a local restaurant owned by this Greek family that thought they owned the world.  I dealt with constant sexism, racism (seriously...they hated anyone who wasn't Greek), and sexual and verbal abuse. I wanted to and could've sued, but I wouldn't have just been going against the owner's nasty son; I would've been going against the entire family/chain of restaurants.  So basically, I just couldn't wait to go to school.

 

(Sorry this one was so short. I've had a lot on my mind.)