listen to me.

Hi. Are you listening? Please listen to me. No one listens to me anymore and at first I thought I was okay with it because, well, I'm me and I don't like people anyway. But then I realised that even the most sad, lonely people need to be listened to sometimes because even if what they have to say isn't really all that important, it's nice to know someone hears it anyway.

So I just have to say that I have purple hair and I really like it. And I'm going to get my nosed pierced, and my mother is not going to like that and I'm not going to care. I'm really mad at the world and everyone in it and I kinda just want to be drunk all the time. None of this is important in the slightest and probably doesn't really interest you at all, so if you're still reading this, thank you.

Something that's really important to me is self-expression. I just think you should be able to speak, dress, act, be, however you want to without people telling you whether it's right or wrong, you know? Because no one but you can tell you what you like, and their opinion is in no way more important than yours anyway. I'm tired of people always saying "just don't listen to what other people say". How about 'other people' just stop saying it? Can you just stop, please? Stop looking at her like that. Stop snickering behind his back. Stop commenting on their life because how the fuck does it have anything to do with you, honestly?

I feel like this blogpost is slightly contradictory, and I don't care.

I'm tired, my brain hurts a lot. There's so much I want to say but at the same time, there's nothing. I hate that I feel like I don't have a purpose in life because I know I do - I'm continuously convincing everybody else of that. I'm really empty at the moment and I really think that something, or everything about my life right now is not quite right; and that's okay because I have a lot of time ahead of me to fix everything; to change everything.

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clique and cheesy.

So, school is now a thing of the past for me. No more seven am wake ups and midnight study sessions and all the other crappy parts of high school. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not all bad. You have friendships and make memories that you will cherish for life. You definitely learn a thing or two that’s worthwhile. And perhaps I will miss certain aspects of the high school life, and yes, I did cry during the graduation ceremony.

Some people enjoy every moment of high school to the point where they don’t know what to do with themselves when they leave; and some say it is the best five years of your life. I however, beg to differ. High school has been pretty crap for me, as it is for a lot of people.

I have had to go through and put up with a lot of absolute bullshit throughout my high school career. So much so that it has landed me in a mental hospital once this year; and several different shrink and doctors’ offices in the past two years. And I am not ashamed of that, because it’s a part of who I am. Everybody goes through difficult times, especially in the adolescent years because we are still learning about the world, about ourselves.

I guess my point is that high school can be an incredible, fun, magical, fantastic time for a lot of people, but if it’s not, it’s okay. You will and you can get through anything, because you are a strong individual with the potential to accomplish whatever it is that you want to. You are smart, no matter what your last English assessment said. You are talented, despite the nasty judgmental looks from that girl in your art class. You can achieve whatever you want to, no matter what anyone says. The only person who needs to have faith in you is you. The only person who needs to 100% believe in you is you. You can do anything that you set your mind to – and that is one of the most clique and cheesy things I have ever said; however also one of the truest.

You want to be an actor? You go out there and you audition for everything. You want to be a scientist? Study to your little hearts content. You want to be a painter? Paint until your hand gets sore my friend. I believe in you. If you are reading this right now – I believe in you. I have faith that you will be whatever it is that you want to be. I know that you will one day be great.

In the wise words of Suli Breaks: ‘I will NOT let an exam result decide my fate.'

And in the wise words of me: 'Peace out motherfuckers; you will not be missed.'

Ex'oh school, glad I never have to see you again.

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I hate you, you're stupid.

Hi blog. I'm really sorry for rejecting you a lot, for ages. But now I have a lot of things I want to get out of my system, and this is probably the best way to do it.

I really really hate school. I'm pretty sure I make this as obvious as humanly possible so far. But at the same time I don't mind it. I love the fact that I can finish school and it will help me get a uni degree, I just hate the fact that the next three and a half months are going to be the longest of my life. I hate the fact that teachers say "now in Senior, we can't help you as much, you have to do it mostly on your own, we'll be leaving you to your own devices" and then still force me to do shit I don't want to do. Like actually go to school. I'm so tempermental and moody. I'm like "YAY FOUR MONTHS LEFT OF SCHOOL I'M GOING TO WORK HARD AND DO SO WELL AND GET A REALLY GOOD OP AND BE AWESOME" and then I realise that I really just like sleeping and watching Gossip Girl. And that I despise the rest of humanity and being and school makes me incredibly and ridiculously angry, simply because I have to look at people's faces. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that I hate everyone. There are about seven people at school that I can kind of tolerate, most of the time.

I got a migraine at school today, because apparently I do that now. Get migraines. Like fuck you body as if I don't have enough health problems already, you had to throw that on top as well!? Ta. xoxo

The other day I found out that one of my closest friends made a derogatory remark about depression, which made me incredibly mad to the point where I actually started crying there and then. I didn't expect that from her, and I haven't nor will ever be able to look at her the same. I'm tired of people having negitive opinons about something they have no idea about. I hate you. You're stupid.

Also, you who over-reacts about your so-called mental disorders, shut up. If it was really that bad, you wouldn't be wanting everyone to know about it, and you wouldn't be such an obnoxious prick about it. I hate you. You're stupid.

In all honesty, I'm tired of having to keep secrets just because I'm scared of what people will think of me. And I never used to be like that, until actual real shit started happening in my life. It's hard enough some days to even roll up my sleeves or eat in front of people, and it makes me feel horrible and selfish to say that because there are people who are ten thousand times worse than me, who's scars actually show. Let alone the fact that there are things that I can't even tell my best friend; or my boyfriend; because who even knows what would happen. I started this blog with the full intention to reveal something that is important to me, that I just need everyone to know, at the end of it. But I can't. Because, you all suck. I'm so sick of bottling things up.

Peace out motherfuckers.

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you. ♥

You are not defined by the number of friends you have; the number that you see when you step on the scales or the number of questions you answered correctly in your last exam. The appearance of your face does not matter, nor does the colour or shade of your skin. You are not the amount of freckles you have. You are not the crookedness of your teeth or the size of your waist. You are not defined by the shape of your spine or the amount of motivation you can conjure up in your Senior years of school. You are not your hourglass figure; the gap between your thighs or lack thereof. The amount of people who are 'drawn' to you is of no importance, nor the amount of people who think you are friendly. You are not your shyness or your weak stomach. You are not defined by your hands, or the end product that did not match the vision in your head. Your inability to move forward is of no consequence. It does not matter how much you think you aren't good enough for anyone; how little control you have over the hatred and anger inside of you; or how much you worry about everything. You are not defined by your attempt to live up to everyone's expectations; or the people who you try too hard to please.

You are your own person. You are unique, and original, and you were brought into this world for a reason and with a purpose. You are your hopes and your dreams; your fears and your strengths; your aspirations and your beliefs. You are the people that you love and the memories that make you smile. You are defined by your passions; your opinions; and the things that make you happy. Along with the things that make you sad. You are your hobbies and your interests. You are not the words that you say but the actions behind them. You are not the mistakes that you have made but the way you have learned from them. You are not the smiles you had to fake but the strength behind the smile. You are perfect, exactly the way you are. 

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overdose on Minties.

When you start dating someone, you don't just date them. You date their life. Their friends become your friends, their family your family. You date their interests and hobbies, and the amount of alcohol they consume on a Saturday night. You date their job; you date their level of education; you date their social status and their favourite food. And when you start dating someone, you have to be prepared for all of this. Because if you can't handle even one of these things, it makes it very difficult for the relationship to move forward. All of these things matter, some of them more than others, no matter how much people say "ohhhh, if you love them, nothing else matters". It does. It really, really does matter. Especially if you can't talk about it for fear of upsetting them.

Mmmm dem obvious-directed blog posts.

On another, completely unrelated note - is it possible to overdose on Minties? If so, I will probably have done it before the night is through. 

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multi-coloured sparkly lettering.

And let me just share with you this: I do not understand how a person can stand there and watch the person they love, curled up in a ball crying on the floor and continue to yell or lecture them. Or just leave them there. To me, that's like holding up a big flashing neon sign that reads "I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL" in multi-coloured sparkly lettering. Abusive relationships? I understand those even less. How you can do nothing when the person you love is hurting baffles me, but to BE the one who's hurting them? I just, don't get it. Or, or, here's another one: liking two people at the same time and then choosing one while still having feelings for the other. In the words of Johnny Depp: "If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one. Because if you really loved the first one you wouldn't have fallen for the second". There's just no room for anyone else, in my opinion. And if you find yourself liking other people, that can't be real. If you find yourself feeling no need to help them when they're in pain, that can't be real. If you find yourself being abused, that most certainly cannot be real. I know for sure that no matter how angry I am, I cannot stand to see the person/people that I love be upset. I can't go to sleep at night knowing he isn't happy. It kills me a little bit inside to leave him if he isn't smiling.

But I'm too young to know what love is, probably. It's just a little high school crush that I have and it will most definitely not last forever, right? But you know what? Maybe it's not really love. And maybe it's not going to last forever. I am a realistic person. But when you're bawling your eyes out, collapsed on the ground drunk and covered in dirt, looking like a complete shit-faced idiot and he still doesn't want to leave you, well... that feels pretty real to me. I do not care for your opinion either. 

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why they should even go on.

It's days like these where I wish I could just go to every single person who is hurting; give them a hug and tell them that it's all going to be okay. Because, yes, I do know what's it's like to be in a place so dark that you can't see anyone else around you. You're completely alone, with the blackness, and no way of finding your way out. And I wish that I had had someone to hug me and tell me everything was going to be okay then. Because I honestly did not see how it could be.

I just want to show everyone - every student who is bullied; every child abused by their parents; every teenager who hates themselves because of their reflection; every kid without friends; every person who sees no point as to why they should even go on - that they are worth it. Life is worth it. It WILL get better. It seems like the most impossible thing ever at the time but trust me, things will turn around. And it happens gradually, you won't notice it at first. But suddenly you will look back on the person you were a year ago and notice that you are completely different. That you have changed. That the cloud of blackness has conformed to a lighter shade of grey, and it continues to get lighter everyday. And I can't honestly tell you that it will fully go away, because I'm not sure yet if it does. But you get to a point where you hope desperately that it will disappear completely, and that's when you can help it to. If you want something bad enough, you can get it.

Please. Listen to me for one second. It seems impossible, I seem crazy for saying it, but your life will get better. They say that people who go through shit as a kid/teenager will have an excellent life when they get older. Karma works in two ways, you see.

You there, picking out your flaws - you are AMAZING. And you, collapsed on your bathroom floor with two fingers shoved down your throat - you are PERFECT. You, who gets picked on everyday - you are INCREDIBLE. Not to mention you, with the blade pressed to your wrist - you are BEAUTIFUL.
You are you, you are original; you are unique; you can't change who you are for anyone. Be proud of it; love yourself. Keep smiling, even when it's hard. Things will get better, if you just believe they will. And most importantly, don't let anything or anyone stand in the way of your happiness.

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burning within you.

Do you ever have those moments during an argument, where there is one particular that you could say, that would probably shut you them up permanently? And it's burning within you, to say it, to shout it in their face so that everyone will hear it; so that everyone will know the kind of person they really are. When you know things about a person that nobody else knows, and you KNOW that you could use it in any argument against them. But you're too nice to say it, really.... so you just write them all in a blog..

"I could name every guy you've cheated on your boyfriend with."

"I wasn't your girlfriend, I was just there in your darkest time to make you feel good about yourself."

"Remember that time when everyone hated you and I was the only one who was there for you?"

"I know about things that your sister has done that would sicken your whole family."

"What if your new girlfriend knew what you did to all your last ones?"

"Everybody knows you're just using him."

"And where did you get that A-standard assignment from? Did you think it up, or did Daddy?"

"What about when you made up a lie that your boyfriend bashed you, just for attention?"


Yeah. I think I'm done.

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exactly what you say.

I don't care how much you hate a person, how much they annoy you, how much you disagree with their beliefs, or they way they look act or talk, no human being on this planet or otherwise deserves to be told that they should die. You never know what a person could be battling inside their own head. Your words, no matter what context they are said in, could be the trigger to someone's brain. Someone who has a family, and friends, a life, a job. A human being, just like yourself. Life is so precious and can end so quickly, we should never be taking it for granted. Whether it be the simple "go die" or a more creative and disturbing description of how one might do so, you can impact a person's self-esteem to a point where they might just do exactly what you say. And that's not really what you want, is it? You don't REALLY want this person to die. You just don't like them. And that's fine, but the phrase is thrown around too easily and without thought, and quite frankly I am sick of seeing it. 

Because there are some people, who sometimes, the legitimate feeling of wanting to die is so overwhelming that it can hardly be fought off. It can completely take over your mind and body to the point where seeing anything, absolutely anything at all that is even slightly insulting can push you off the edge. Not to mention actually having someone reinforce the thought in your mind that you are not in fact needed, or important to this earth. And honestly, think to yourself - how would you feel if your words, and your words alone, whether they be spoken out loud or typed behind a computer screen, were the cause of the death of another human being. That's pretty much murder. 

Think twice before you open your stupid fucking mouth, asshole.

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counting down the days.

I have been neglecting my blog. I'm sorry blog, I love you :'( please forgive me.

Let me just take a second to talk about the self-esteem ruining hellhole that is Lockyer District High School. Honestly, I am so sick of that place I am legitimately counting down the days until graduation. Freedom. I look forward to the days when I no longer have to witness pathetic-twelvie arguments. When I am no longer forced to sit in smelly classrooms with twenty-odd people that I don't like for six hours a day, five days a week. No longer will the pressure of doing work that is good enough crush my creative brain cells and force me into tears every night. Never again will I be required to put on that horrid, unflattering yellow uniform. I will wear whatever coloured socks I feel like putting on in the morning, and as much jewelry as can cover my wrists. Because Caitlin likes individuality, and individuality cannot be achieved through dull school uniforms that have been the same for years. 

And although I have gotten past the stage of my life where I worry about what every single person I see thinks of me, I have come to a point where I really don't know why I am even in school anymore. My favourite day will be the day when teachers, principals, guidance officers, stop pretending like it's the end of the world if you don't do well in high school. Sure, if you don't get the OP you need, you won't get in to the uni course you want but you know what? There are plenty of adults who are clearly well past the age of being fresh out of high school and studying in uni or tafe. So really, shove your pressure to be perfect in someone else's face, I know better.

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how precious life is.

Bad things always happen to good people. 
Only the good die young.

These sayings, phrases are both proven to be more and more relevant each day that I exist on this harsh planet Earth. The passing of one of the greatest teachers at my school this morning, has moved these thoughts further into the forward edges of my mind. He was such a kind, helpful, caring man and although these descriptive words are cliched and over-used, they could not be more accurate in a description of our Mr. Quinn. It takes great selflessness to become a guidance counselor in any high school. The endless hours he was willing to spend listening and helping students with anything they were going through, or just giving them a place to be when it was too hard to be anywhere else. Mr Quinn was simply a great man, and my thoughts and prayers are with his family. These type of things really bring me to realise just how precious life is, and how we should treasure every day and every person we meet, because we never know just how long that person will be around.

And to Mr Quinn I would like to say thank you, on behalf of myself and every other teenager that you helped; encouraged; listened to. Because I am sure that you would not have been thanked half as much as you should have been.

Rest In Peace. 

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a smile on their face.

Some kids, and teenagers, are handed the world on silver platters growing up, simply because of the family that they are born into. And hey, it's not their fault that they had super-rich great great grandparents who had so much money that it is still around to support their family today. Sure, a lot of people work hard at what they do, to make sure that when they leave, their children and even their children's children may have a good life. I get that. But what I don't get is why, or how, when a person is so well off, they can still find pathetic little things to complain about. It just shits me off that people who are experiencing real financial, family and mental issues, manage to go through every day with a smile on their face, not letting anyone know how much they're really battling on the inside... yet someone who just over-reacts has no problem letting everyone hear about it. 

Sit the fuck down bitch, your life is just fine.

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nobody is going to care.

High school - a bunch of hormonal adolescents forced together by the government to become knowledgeable, however is more often than not used as a social event. The crazy five years of our lives where we fall in love with a new person quicker than we buy new shoes, do stupid things that we regret later, become addicted to different forms of social networking, obtain a lot of different friends and lose just as many, have fights, get grounded, text too much, don't sleep enough and all with the excuse that "we are young". YOLO, maybe. Every day we go through the same routine, which is then repeated over and over again with only minor changes to keep us interested, and minor breaks in this cycle called 'holidays'. We go throw drama, bitch fights, judgement, bad decisions, backstabbers, heartbreak until we get completely and utterly sick of it, reach a certain age and graduate, then spend a few weeks talking about how much we're going to miss it. That's high school, right?

Some people, however, deal with it better than others. Some people have more than their fair share of heartbreaks and heartache. Some have more family troubles than others, some think their family is bad when it actually isn't. Some people have to deal with being completely alone from grade eight through to grade twelve, are teased and made fun of for things that they cannot nor will ever be able to change. For some people, high school is the best five years of their lives, and everything is perfect, they're loved by everyone, get wonderful grades and have no hesitation to rub that in the faces of those who don't. Some go through trauma, some develop depression; anxiety; eating disorders. Some feel the need to judge every single person they come across regardless of whether or not they are actually a good person themselves.

There is one thing, however, that every single one of us forgets for at least one period of time during those five years, whether it be forgotten for a minute, a month, a year, or four. And as my baby sister enters into the harsh life of adolescents tomorrow, I remind her of it. That is, that as important as it seems now, your friends, enemies, your social status, the amount of teachers that like you and even your grades, are not going to matter for one second once you finally step out the gates of your school for the last time in grade twelve. Nobody in the real world is going to care how popular or not you were in high school. Nobody is going to care how loved you were, nobody is going to care how hated you were, nobody is going to care how many boyfriends you had. Your high school social status is just that - for HIGH SCHOOL. And maybe in ten years time when you have a class reunion, it will once again be relevant. But until then, you lovely people who beat yourselves up every day trying to fit in, be some perfect kid to make everyone like you, you are wasting your time. Be happy, have fun, lighten up! High school doesn't last forever, and thank goodness for that.

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judgmental attitude.

What other people do to their bodies does not in the slightest way have any effect on you or your body. If someone wants to get 7000 piercings, or tattoos, or stretch their ears, let them. If they want to drink alcohol every weekend or smoke, why does that have anything to do with you? Why must you feel the need to throw in your two cents worth when it's their life? Is your own life not exciting enough? You have so much spare time that you can stick your opinions every which way just to criticize other people. Are you perfect? Are you the most exciting person in the world? Not to mention the fact that none of those things actually define a 'bad' person.

Take a good look at yourself and think. Are you really in any position to judge another human being? What makes you even slightly superior to them? Their personal decisions on the things they want to do and the way they choose to live their lives does not, nor will ever have anything to do with you, and quite frankly your judgmental attitude sucks.

And that is all I have to say.

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this is me.

Today and yesterday, I have not had much of a desire to blog about anything in particular. However I promised myself when I started this blog that I wouldn't let it die like I did the last time - and three posts would just be ridiculous. Therefore I decided to post about me. This, that I am about to copy and paste from a word document on my laptop, is something that I wrote a few months ago, when writing was a thing that I had started doing to help me feel better. Well... it still is. E very so often I'll open it up, and go through it and fix it and such. So yeah, this is me. 

"Hi, I'm Caitlin. I like sparkly things and expressing my feelings through pen and paper. Maybe a computer keyboard or a set of guitar strings. I hate my middle name. I believe in giving a second chance. And a third chance. And a forth. We need to acknowledge that no one is perfect. I think that sometimes it's okay to dance like a crazy person and sing as loud as you possibly can, depending on who you're with. Friendship is important. Trust is even more important. I eat way too much junk food and am in love with Nutella. I like pretty hair and I think eyes are the most interesting thing about a person. I hate being tickled. It's like torture, but you're forced to laugh. I believe that Newton's third law is relevant in life in general. Escalators and manikins freak me out.  I believe in NOT sugar-coating - not everything is always going to be okay. That's just how it is. I can't stand baked beans or tinned spaghetti. I always need to have the last word. It's necessary to be able to string a coherent English sentence together. It's even more helpful if you can do it in more than one language. Sometimes, it's okay to be completely confused. I believe in not ever regretting anything you've done, and in taking a chance when it's offered to you. I can be extremely negative at times. Making mistakes is fun; as long as you learn from them. Sometimes you need to do things even though you know they're wrong. I believe that each person decides their own fate, and you should bare the consequences for your decisions. I believe in getting help when you need it, and even when you don’t, or think you don’t. I over-think everything. I cry, a lot. I think when a human being trusts you with their secret, it is essential to keep said secret safe. Forced family time is not fun. Music is something to live by. I believe in listening to people, and respecting their opinions, even if you don't agree. Don’t try to change their opinion, but stick up for what you believe in. I think that nightmares make dreams more special. I greatly dislike people who lie; cheat; steal. I love lazy Sunday afternoons. Every person needs to be creative at least once in their life, even if they suck at it. Freshly painted nails are lovely. I think that if you're polite to people, people should be polite to you. Give out as many compliments as you can. Karma works in two ways. I believe in believing that things will get better, that the sun will shine tomorrow, that this is not the end, even if everything seems hopeless..."

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that's what's important, to me.

I absolutely hate how hard some people try to be 'accepted'. And it's not just girls with their boobs all over facebook and their make-up with a small amount of face on the side. There are attention-seeking guys too. Yes, I mean your mirror-selfies without your shirt and your constant 'at the gym' statuses. Driving around town in your banged-up cars with the shit pop music blaring. The caption of your profile picture may as well say "am I pretty yet? Please love me *insert ridiculous 'cuteface' here*".

But the thing is, you see. Our average facebook whore, whether male or female, does not in fact seek the attention of the opposite sex, as is a common misconception. Girls, they put on the make-up and the pretty clothes and they go out and look all nice and they post photos later, only so that other girls can tell them how pretty they are. Or the common "omg, i am so ugly and fat x0x0x0", with the seven thousand comments of "you are actually beautiful" below it. Most of which are also female. The guys just click like and move on. Girls seek acceptance from other girls. And guys seek acceptance from other guys. Sure, every girl loves to look at a guy who has abs and is tanned but honestly, males respect other males who manage to get their ass to the gym everyday. Right? 

On the other hand, some girls just like to show guys their boobs, and some guys just want sex.

Me? I don't give a fuck today, didn't give a fuck yesterday, and won't give one tomorrow either. 

Either way, it annoys me. Why do you need everyone to like you? The only person you need to be accepted by, is yourself. I spent years trying to impress everyone else before I realised that I was turning into a person that I did not want to be, and I absolutely hated that. Now I wake up every morning, and I do what I want, I say what I feel, and if people don't like me, then that's okay. Because in all honesty, I like to think that I am one of the most real people you will ever meet. And that's what's important to me. Being real.

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cherish your youth

I am so sick to death of 12-14 year olds who try to act like they're 20 years old. I act younger than them sometimes, it's absolutely ridiculous. When I was twelve my shorts came to my knees and it didn't even occur to me that cropped shirts existed. So why are they in such a big rush to grow up? The world isn't that great, from what little of it I've seen. But no, you all want your iPhones and your boyfriends and your stripper heals with the little black dresses. To be perfectly honest, it doesn't make you look seventeen. It makes you look like a try-hard twelve year old.

And I mean, if that's how they want to act; dress; speak, then one insignificant blog post isn't going to stop them from doing it. I just wait for the day when they ACTUALLY have to start growing up, and they realise it's nothing like they were pretending to do five years ago. Growing up isn't about going to parties and getting drunk and having sex and wearing less clothes. Growing up is about moving on; accepting yourself; taking responsibility; making decisions. Even I'm not ready to do that yet, so I doubt any uninformed grade eight kid could handle it either.

It's okay to act immature and stupid sometimes. Laugh too loud. Dance in the rain. Sing at the top of your lungs even if you suck. Stop caring what you look like. Make believe. Paint your nails ugly colours. Have spontaneous water fights. Tell people how you really feel. Throw paint at a piece of canvas and call it art. Go to school one day without wearing make-up. Forget about boys for a while. Eat chocolate with your best friend at two in the morning. Run around a crowded shopping center for no reason. Cherish your youth - one day you won't have it anymore.

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and here lies the truth.

hello fellow beings of this Earth.

This is my new blog. Basically, blogging is just my way of getting things out of my system, in a sense that makes me feel as though my thoughts are actually being heard. Whether they are or not is a different story. My attitude for this blog is; "honesty is the best policy". In other words, I'll probably just post about a lot of things that shit me off and not care who sees them or what you think of them. So.

*WARNING*
OVER-OPINIONATED AND STUBBORN VIEWS ON TOUCHY TOPICS MAY BE PRESENTED IN THE FOLLOWING POSTS.

If you are curious about the way my mind really works; you have come to the right place. I am Caitlin; I am sixteen years old; and here lies the truth.

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