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i was pushing this heavy guy in a wheelchair today, and i started thinking about how static friction resists my initial applied force to push the wheelchair. then once i pass the threshold, kinetic friction takes over. physics is permeating through my everyday life even though i suck at it and i don't understand most of the concepts. cool...
wahh so excited
the amount of intolerance i see around me is astounding. respect of different beliefs is key.
A girl from my school died yesterday from attempted suicide. Right after Suicide Awareness Day and 9/11. It still feels a little surreal, like it never really happened. I never knew her; I don't know anyone who knows her. But there's something so real about seeing this happen at my own school. I see in the news, I see on Tumblr so much about suicide, but I never imagined that it would happen at my school. What if it had been me who died? What if it had been one of my friends? I guess it's just rather depressing to think that for an unfortunate family, yesterday was the last day that they would ever be able to speak with her.
do you miss talking to me as much as i miss talking to you? i doubt it.
i need to stop letting the jealousy consume me.
No one will ever know how you truly feel. They might catch a glimpse, but only that and nothing more. There are emotions in you that you will never be able to pull up into words or even thoughts. At times, you don’t even understand yourself. So how could someone else possibly understand you? But who is to say that others need to understand you? Is it because you seek the comfort of not feeling alone? Well, in this life you are alone no matter what you might like to believe. We spend a whole life time trying to understand ourselves, and hope that the ones who are close to us understand us, as well. But you’ll never know if they truly do, you just have to take on this faith hoping that they do.
endings are always bittersweet.
i wish more than anything that i was a good writer. there's a certain beauty in being able to capture thoughts in their original meaning.
my mind contains a myriad of unfathomable thoughts. and i can only perceive fleeting glimpses of what lies within.
i'd like to think that everything will be okay in the end, but will it?
my head hurts from all the thinking i do lately
i'm so overwhelmed. by nothing and everything at the same time. my future seems like a murky haze, unable to be deciphered. the windows of opportunity that have opened for me are subject to close instantly. god, i really hope you have a plan for me and my life.
as junior year comes to an end, the college talks become more and more prevalent, and the fact that something so big is coming up so soon frightens me. i can't seem to displace the seeds of self-doubt that remind me of my unmet potential, and my inability to get into a good college.
envy is a terrible thing. it eats me from the inside out, as i make a feeble attempt to conceal it. i hope that someday i will be satisfied with who i am, and that the yearnings for what i cannot have subside.
i see pictures on facebook and tumblr of what people do for their mother on mother's day, coupled with the endearing "i love you mom!" caption. i wish i could honestly say that i feel an inkling of affection for my mother or a desire to do something for her. but these are only wistful hopes, as the cold, stoic abyss that is me will not allow it.
