I've been having a problem with people being overly rude on my blog. To those people who have been doing this: I have disabled the comments. I really didn't want to have to do this, but if you feel the need to say these things via the internet, you can say them to my face. And I know that mostly, all you guys want to do is to upset me. The only reason I'm upset is because you think this is appropriate. C'mon. I suspect that all of you are at least 14, since you know me and go to school with me. We are not little kids, and I hope this drama can blow over.
Thank you in advance.
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Typical.
Yes, I complain.
Yes, sometimes I hate myself.
Yes, I lie.
Yes, I can be hypocritical.
Yes, I am rude.
Yes, I am "mainstream" to an extent.
Yes, I take too many pictures of myself and upload them to Facebook.
Yes, I post too many statuses.
Yes, I brag.
Yes, I make ignorant comments and decisions.
Yes, I have talked about people behind their backs.
Yes, I care about what everyone thinks/says about me.
Yes, I wear "preppy" clothing.
Yes, I listen to mainstream-ish music.
Yes, I am your typical teenage girl.
But if that's all you ever see and refuse to get to know me, then you don't know the rest of me-- the atypical part of me.
Get to know me before you judge me.
Just your "typical teen"...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Yes, sometimes I hate myself.
Yes, I lie.
Yes, I can be hypocritical.
Yes, I am rude.
Yes, I am "mainstream" to an extent.
Yes, I take too many pictures of myself and upload them to Facebook.
Yes, I post too many statuses.
Yes, I brag.
Yes, I make ignorant comments and decisions.
Yes, I have talked about people behind their backs.
Yes, I care about what everyone thinks/says about me.
Yes, I wear "preppy" clothing.
Yes, I listen to mainstream-ish music.
Yes, I am your typical teenage girl.
But if that's all you ever see and refuse to get to know me, then you don't know the rest of me-- the atypical part of me.
Get to know me before you judge me.
Just your "typical teen"...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Friday, November 11, 2011
People these days...
Last night, all the pain and loneliness kind of came together, and I had to face the fire of insults. I don't really know what to say about it, except telling someone they're ugly hurts them more than you could ever imagine. You don't know what their life is like, and that could easily push someone over the edge. Coincidentally, it was To Write Love On Her Arms Day, at my high school (self harm prevention). Insults never help.
But I guess I learned who my good friends are. The ones who asked if I was okay, the ones who actually did something, when I was paralyzed, hurt and irrational. Don't wait to tell your friends you love them, until their time of need. Show them your love, every day. It's worth it!
And now writing this, I started crying. I thought I was over it, but I guess it's not that easy. It's so easy to tear someone down, but building yourself back up is so hard to do. And usually, I'd say "Don't let the haters get at you" but when it's you, it's not that easy to believe that they're just haters. But believe me, now. Everyone has beauty. Some, are more beautiful than others, or are beautiful in different areas of life. You may have beautiful facial features, where another has a beautiful soul and personality. Look for the good in others, and respect the people around you, for when you give respect, you will get it, in return. And if you don't, they're not worth your time, anyways.
But enough of me trying to give you all life lessons. Those are for you to learn, via experiences, not reading my blog.
Think before you speak.
xoxo,
Marjean.<3
But I guess I learned who my good friends are. The ones who asked if I was okay, the ones who actually did something, when I was paralyzed, hurt and irrational. Don't wait to tell your friends you love them, until their time of need. Show them your love, every day. It's worth it!
And now writing this, I started crying. I thought I was over it, but I guess it's not that easy. It's so easy to tear someone down, but building yourself back up is so hard to do. And usually, I'd say "Don't let the haters get at you" but when it's you, it's not that easy to believe that they're just haters. But believe me, now. Everyone has beauty. Some, are more beautiful than others, or are beautiful in different areas of life. You may have beautiful facial features, where another has a beautiful soul and personality. Look for the good in others, and respect the people around you, for when you give respect, you will get it, in return. And if you don't, they're not worth your time, anyways.
But enough of me trying to give you all life lessons. Those are for you to learn, via experiences, not reading my blog.
Think before you speak.
xoxo,
Marjean.<3
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Think before you post...
"Hey marjean...you wouldnt know shit about hot
guys trying to get with you because of the fact that
guys trying to get with you because of the fact that
i seriously dbout any hot guys have ever
talked to you..."
talked to you..."
"its not possible to be uglyer then you"
"mabye if you had more friends you
would know that good
would know that good
looks mean everything
in highschool and in life also these jokes
have brought me
have brought me
so much enjoyment its
not even funny...marjean just shutup
and dont bring yourself
and dont bring yourself
into this"
"its not possible to be uglyer then you"
"its not possible to be uglyer then you"
"its not possible to be uglyer then you"
"its not possible to be uglyer then you"
Anyone else see a problem with this?
I'm no longer offended by this, but things like this make people want to kill themselves.
I mean, yes I get honesty. But where's your humility and understanding?
Think before you post...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
A little lovin' from Bruno Mars...
"Have you ever found yourself stuck in the middle of the sea?"
Though quoted from a Bruno Mars song, I still really mean to ask you: have you ever felt lost? Lonely?
I'd like to assume we all have. Right now, that's about how I feel. I mean, sure, I have friends, who talk to me, all the time, whatever. But I look at other people's lives, and see so much more social interaction, and I think to myself, "What am I doing wrong?!"
I ask this of myself too much. I have the people that matter, but why am I not content? I think the answer is that everyone needs someone to love them, but first they must love themselves. And right now, I'm kind of in the midst of loving myself, and rediscovering a reason to care. And loving myself is kind of a hard feat, when I feel so down about myself (as stated in the first part).
But I think the rest of the song, kind of says what I need.
"I'll sail the world to find you"
If I'm so willing do to that for everyone else, why can't I share that love with myself, and then, in turn, others with me?
Taking a positive look at this, instead of the normal...
Diggin this...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Though quoted from a Bruno Mars song, I still really mean to ask you: have you ever felt lost? Lonely?
I'd like to assume we all have. Right now, that's about how I feel. I mean, sure, I have friends, who talk to me, all the time, whatever. But I look at other people's lives, and see so much more social interaction, and I think to myself, "What am I doing wrong?!"
I ask this of myself too much. I have the people that matter, but why am I not content? I think the answer is that everyone needs someone to love them, but first they must love themselves. And right now, I'm kind of in the midst of loving myself, and rediscovering a reason to care. And loving myself is kind of a hard feat, when I feel so down about myself (as stated in the first part).
But I think the rest of the song, kind of says what I need.
"I'll sail the world to find you"
If I'm so willing do to that for everyone else, why can't I share that love with myself, and then, in turn, others with me?
Taking a positive look at this, instead of the normal...
Diggin this...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Well this is really long, but it's kind of worth your time. So you should all just read it. Because I said so...
Today, I opened up my blog, pressed the little pencil icon and looked at the template. "What to write... whatttt toooo wrriteeeeee" (I literally thought it, just like that) So I think I'll talk about life. Just to fill everyone in.
I've been getting a lot of kudos from people whom I wouldn't expect to read my blog. And it feels great, honestly, to be thanked or given props for your ideas and bravery to post your ideas on the web. I recommend blogging, to everyone. The thing about blogging, is it's typed. You can think about what you type. No scribbles, backspace. No mistaken words, you know what you want to say. And say it. If you don't like it, revise and edit it, before posting. And it's your opinion. It's nice to be able to just voice your opinion without people stopping you, because they don't like what you have to say. No one HAS to read your blog, but when they do, and they understand, it's exhilarating. Seriously, guys... It's actually addicting to see your number of viewers go up and up, every time you post. Try it. (:
And then the struggles. I have massive amounts of homework. On top of the bit drama I'm dealing with. I have those people I walk by in the halls where it's just like "Awwkkwarrrddd" and I turn bright red. And there are the things where I just want to sit down and cry. My life's in a weird place right now, and I don't know how to express how I feel, really. So I'm going to leave it at this; don't be afraid to be you, for that itself, shows a weakness that others will thrive on. Write a list. Not of all the bad. But all the things you're proud of, happy with, excited for, love, enjoy and make you smile your life, or even about yourself. Two lists (one about you and one about the broader thought of life) works well, and when you're down, look at the list, and remember why a smile is better than the tears. If others are worth your love, then you are worth your own. Happiness isn't always your first choice of emotion, but it's always AN option. Even in the worst situations. And if you ever need someone to talk with, I'm always here. Thought to some, I may just be a random teenage girl in Washington, to a lot of you, I know I'm a friend or acquaintance. And guess what? I'm always here for you. Here, facebook, via text or email; even in person, I want to help.That's the point of this blog; to relate to you, and help you through the years of teenage life and self doubt.Wow, I'm sorry this is so long guys.. let's move on.
Sunday is my birthday. I don't know whether to be excited or slightly disappointed. As I've gotten older, my presents have gotten less exciting, my parties have gotten suckier and my spirit has gone down. I'm hoping my 15th will revitalize my feelings, because my 16th is going to be amazing. Anywho, to any of my readers, whom share a birthday with me (or within the next few days) happy birthday! :D
Almost old enough to drive...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
I've been getting a lot of kudos from people whom I wouldn't expect to read my blog. And it feels great, honestly, to be thanked or given props for your ideas and bravery to post your ideas on the web. I recommend blogging, to everyone. The thing about blogging, is it's typed. You can think about what you type. No scribbles, backspace. No mistaken words, you know what you want to say. And say it. If you don't like it, revise and edit it, before posting. And it's your opinion. It's nice to be able to just voice your opinion without people stopping you, because they don't like what you have to say. No one HAS to read your blog, but when they do, and they understand, it's exhilarating. Seriously, guys... It's actually addicting to see your number of viewers go up and up, every time you post. Try it. (:
And then the struggles. I have massive amounts of homework. On top of the bit drama I'm dealing with. I have those people I walk by in the halls where it's just like "Awwkkwarrrddd" and I turn bright red. And there are the things where I just want to sit down and cry. My life's in a weird place right now, and I don't know how to express how I feel, really. So I'm going to leave it at this; don't be afraid to be you, for that itself, shows a weakness that others will thrive on. Write a list. Not of all the bad. But all the things you're proud of, happy with, excited for, love, enjoy and make you smile your life, or even about yourself. Two lists (one about you and one about the broader thought of life) works well, and when you're down, look at the list, and remember why a smile is better than the tears. If others are worth your love, then you are worth your own. Happiness isn't always your first choice of emotion, but it's always AN option. Even in the worst situations. And if you ever need someone to talk with, I'm always here. Thought to some, I may just be a random teenage girl in Washington, to a lot of you, I know I'm a friend or acquaintance. And guess what? I'm always here for you. Here, facebook, via text or email; even in person, I want to help.That's the point of this blog; to relate to you, and help you through the years of teenage life and self doubt.Wow, I'm sorry this is so long guys.. let's move on.
Sunday is my birthday. I don't know whether to be excited or slightly disappointed. As I've gotten older, my presents have gotten less exciting, my parties have gotten suckier and my spirit has gone down. I'm hoping my 15th will revitalize my feelings, because my 16th is going to be amazing. Anywho, to any of my readers, whom share a birthday with me (or within the next few days) happy birthday! :D
Almost old enough to drive...
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Friday, November 4, 2011
The truth tends to hurt, a bit...
Today I was told that I should "put on some more makeup" and that my profile pictures are too edited.
Self confidence? Blown.
I walked home, for the first time in over a year, looking at my feet; a sure sign of no self confidence.
I mean, I guess, you're just trying to be honest with me, but that's downright rude. Thank you. I appreciate your kindness, and sensitivity towards my teenage girl feelings.
I should have some moral, for all of you beautiful people, like don't listen to the haters, they don't know anything about beauty. But I just can't. Your self confidence is going to get killed, at some point in life. Mine's right now... and when you feel like this... just remember that it'll get better...
With love,
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
Self confidence? Blown.
I walked home, for the first time in over a year, looking at my feet; a sure sign of no self confidence.
I mean, I guess, you're just trying to be honest with me, but that's downright rude. Thank you. I appreciate your kindness, and sensitivity towards my teenage girl feelings.
I should have some moral, for all of you beautiful people, like don't listen to the haters, they don't know anything about beauty. But I just can't. Your self confidence is going to get killed, at some point in life. Mine's right now... and when you feel like this... just remember that it'll get better...
With love,
xoxo,
Marjean.♥
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