I'm an average teen.
Adara, 15, Thespian.
There's no more to it than this blog. A collection of my thoughts and my songs.
much love,
wandering soul
from A Poor Man's RetreatOnce upon a time,
there was a girl that no one needed
A girl they left behind
A girl they left depletedAnd once upon a time,
no one thought to go look back
And the girl was left to wither
And the girl faded to black
Dear Diary,
Wow, it feels so weird to be talking to.. No-one. As I sit on these gigantic SOTA steps, sipping away on my Starbucks, I am forced to think about the past and reminisce. I think about how I felt when I got this cup of Chocolate Chip Cream, I didn’t want the guy to ask “Whipped cream?” because it will be one month before I can experience buying my Starbucks from Cathay. One month. Things ended so fast today. I ponder. In fact, after the exam I just had, I was waiting for the teachers to let us off. Now I have a sense of loss. Why? Maybe it is because one of my subject teachers is leaving, for good. I cry. I hate the fact of her going. We started off with a rough patch, she didn’t like my use of language, I didn’t like her voice. Eventually, time sorted things out, but there was the occasional brawl. I asked her if she would come back, she said “I won’t do that. I won’t leave you then come back again.” I cry for this phrase. I mourn for every single word. I realize that I won’t be able to let these feelings go. The sense of… I don’t know how to explain it, really. I am forced to think about my friendships, my friends. I look at my drink and I think, “Why do I like this so much?” I realize one of my best friends got me addicted to it. Shauna Rome. Beautiful name, beautiful person, beautiful personality. She was so nice to me, when I was alone. We’ve even made plans to celebrate the day before my birthday for this year. (Note that my birthday is in September). I cherish every moment I had with her. My best friend. Then I think about my class. One month before I see the people I see everyday. I will miss them. But it will not be long when we go back to school and talk about our journeys and trips and adventures, whatever fun we had. And it will be exactly like we never left each other. Except it will be different. Things happen and people change over a period of time. But the bond, the string that holds us and joins us tightly together, can never be cut. And that is the way I prefer it.
<3 Adara.