hi i'm michelle. navigate to start.
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 about me
I go by the name of Michelle. Female. 15 years of living on this world since the fifteenth of november in the year of 1994. Scorpio. Christian. Chinese. Canadian.
Just plain different. I'm not sure I know what normal is. All I'm ever sure of in this world is
that everyone will disappoint me. Sometimes I choose the right people to suffer for, and sometimes I don't. Either way, I always try to be the best person I can be. If things turn out badly, I just try avoiding regrets. : )
extra infos Give me paint and I'll be happy. I love art, and it's the only thing that keeps me sane.
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Monday, February 8, 2010,6:13 PM
Butterfly.
Dear blogger,Can you please tell him to stop? Stop reminding me that I'm leaving. Stop telling me about what I will be missing out on. Trust me; I'm already fully aware.
At first, I never really knew what to expect in high school. In movies you see cliques and there are some people who strive to do their best in school, and those who could care less. The jocks, popular kids, nerds, you know. When I was younger, I thought I would be the coolest kid in the world once I was in grade ten. I would see high school students walking home from school, wearing their uniforms, and at the time, I thought it would take forever until I would be one of them one day. Time seemed to drag back then, but now, it's slipping by too fast.
My time here with these people is almost over, and it's hard to go through a day without thinking about how day by day, I'm getting closer to reality. I never take people for granted, I think I just take time for granted. What I often failed to realize was that we are only given so much of it that we have to treasure what we have in that moment. I value my time in this school, with these people so much. Today, I was talking to my friend about it, and she said that she respected my decision to leave, but in the end they will all miss me. I understand how she feels. Although I don't see her that often in school, and we spend most of our time together outside of school, she said that just feeling my presence there, and knowing that I will be there for her made it hard to let me go. Trust me, I know this feeling to the core. When you love someone so much and you depend on them, it's hard to face the fact that they're going t have to leave one day. In the end, it's all up to you to support yourself.
I already know how hard it is for both me and my friends to accept the fact that I may no longer be with them in school, but that's life. It goes on. There are going to be so many more challenges and obstacles that we will have to face in the future, that this one is merely something minor compared to those we will experience soon. It's the change we all fear. I'm pretty sure it's human to be afraid of change. It's when something happens out of your control or your comfort zone, and you wish everything can always stay the same. Good thing God knows exactly what He's doing. Life. What's the true meaning of it? It wasn't made to be easy, but there are rewards in the end. Whether that being the end of your journey, or the end of a task, you will be rewarded.
I know that my decision to move will benefit me. Maybe not right away, but it will sooner or later. I always like to think that change is always for the better, because it's still part of God's path for you, He just wants you to start walking in a different direction.
If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.
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