so i’m in a nonfiction class and all night i’ve been sitting here, reading and responding and critiquing other peoples stuff. everyone has a story. everyone has a sob story, and they’re all sad, and tragic. <\/p>\n

i am the most dramatic, pessimistic person i know, and out of 30 people, so far, i think my story is not a blase story about life, or your typical teenage troubles. i could defitinely make one up, because i have plenty. but i dunno. there’s something so cliche about the happy girl that becomes depressed out of no where and doesn’t tell anyone about it, that i doubt i would write that story. i’ve lived the pain. i’m over the pain and the nonchalant view of life, and its time to write happy things, about concerts that i loved and where i felt invincible. <\/p>\n

but anyways. all these stories and how do you tell them? what is a life? if i wrote down everything i could remember, who would really care. my kids or their kids, because its their history? my friends, because they’re a part of it? how are you supposed to put a moment in an essay, anyway. it’s next to impossible. <\/p>\n

someday, you’ll be walking through barnes and noble, and there my book will be on the best of nonfiction. i promise. i have a lot of work to do but it’ll be there. and you’ll think, hey, i knew her once.<\/p>\n

so while all this is going on this matchbox twenty song has been running through my head, so i’ll post it because i can’t get it out of my head. it seems relevant, i guess, since it came to mind once i thought, “man, everyone has a sob story to tell.” c’est la vie. <\/p>\n

Everywhere someone’s getting over
\nEverybody cries and sometimes
\nYou can still lose even if you really try
\nTalking ’bout the dream like the dream is over
\nTalk like that won’t get you nowhere
\nEverybody’s trusting in the heart
\nLike the heart don’t lie
\nAnd that’s all that I need, yeah
\nSomeone else to cling to
\nSomeone I can lean on until
\nI don’t need to
\nJust stay all through the night
\nAnd in the morning let me down
\nCuz that’s all that I need, right now
\nEverywhere someone’s getting over
\nEverybody’s lied to someone
\nPeople still use other people
\nWith a crooked smile
\nAnd all around the world
\nThere’s a sinking feeling
\nOut there right now
\nSomeone’s really
\nDown on themselves
\nAnd don’t know why
\nThat’s all that I need, yeah
\nSomeone else to cling to
\nSomeone I can lean on until
\nI don’t need to
\nJust stay all through the night
\nAnd in the morning let me down
\nCuz that’s all that I need right now
\nLife ain’t no
\nBeauty show
\nWe don’t know where tomorrow ends
\nAnd when we’re sad
\nIt’s kind of a drag
\nJust stay all through the night
\nAnd in the morning let me down
\nCuz that’s all that I need, yeah
\nThat’s all that I need
\nThat’s all that I need right now
\nRight now<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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