I want to scream to the heavens.

I can't believe what's happened in the past month. My first boyfriend, my first kiss. My heartbeats faster just thinking about him. He's made me happier than any other person has. He makes me feel so safe when I'm in his arms. I can't stop smiling when I think about him. It's only been 3 weeks but it feels like hours have gone by. I can't wait to see him again.

I'm a lost person.

Am I lying to myself?

I say I'm alright. Being single, never been kissed, being happy with my current life situation. in ways, I am. But let's face it, all around me, people are making up, breaking up, falling in love. I'm on the outside looking into the idea of a happy life. Let's face it, we want what we can't have. This is my case.

Giving Myself.

I admit, with my whole body, that I have had lost faith and understanding in everything that was around me.

I'm a born and raised a "devout" Catholic. I put devout in quotations because for most of my life I never felt as if I truly was giving my life to God. On my father's side I have a very strict traditional Roman Catholic family. Traditional enough that they still went to mass that was said in latin whenever possible. My mother's side, however, are more non-practicing Catholics. They went to church every sunday and most holy days of obligation, but none of them really lived a life that reflects the image of God, if you know what I mean. (side note: I think my cousin converted to atheism and is now a lesbian) It's as if I was a mix of both. Many reasons of my lack of true faith is because I always felt pressured into Catholicism from my Grandmother. She made me pray the rosary and read the bible everyday at 3 o'clock. As a child, I just wanted to go outside and play, or watch pokemon at 3 o'clock to be quite honest. As I entered 5th grade I became an Altar girl. At first it was great, I got to part-take in the mass helping the priest. As time wore-on, it became more of a chore or hassle. Don't get me wrong being an altar person helped me actually pay attention to the readings in mass, I just couldn't bring myself to staying once I graduated.

I've been going to a Catholic school all my life, and before you start thinking of nuns with yard sticks and daily masses, you're wrong. (except the mass part, in 5th grade I voluntarily chose to go to daily mass, and every friday we would have mass) In fourth grade we had mini elections and I was elected a religious representative, which I never really understood because I don't remember what I ever did, and I'm pretty sure I only won because my father was a lector. Going through my 8th grade year I never expected that I would be chosen most spiritual in my class (which I was) . I was flattered. I've never told anyone this, I didn't feel as I deserved it. I knew there were more deserving people of this, but I was chosen and it's not like I could turn it down. I had to give a speech at the mass on the day of graduation, I said that even though our journey there had ended we still had confirmation to look forward to.

the hardest year for me was Freshman Year. I felt like I was losing everything. my friends, my mind and motivation, my entire life, and most importantly I was losing faith. I felt so alone in the world. I didn't go to my parish for my first year confirmation. I was miserable there. Every person in that class was forced there and many didn't pay attention. They influenced me in having this apathy for church and being a Catholic. I promised myself I would not go back there for second year. I knew I wanted to regain my faith, and I would not get that kind of support there. So I signed up for my parish and had been anxious and excited to find that faith I had been longing for. From that first meeting I knew I was in the right place, finally.

My first life changing moment was at the retreat back in January. Everything that happened, from the sessions to confessions, from mass to adoration, it made me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. I realized my fears and prayed so hard that he wouldn't leave me. The feeling of warmth started to fade though. I tried with praying the rosary and reading the bible, and at times it would work, I would feel close. Other times I felt I was lost and alone again. Youth day in LA humbled me. So many people of the same faith, so many people like me.

I was convinced that everything would fade into nothing again and again, until Stubenville West. During those three days I realized that I needed to work harder for my faith. I gave myself To Jesus Christ on that Saturday night. I knew that in order for me to truly have the faith I longed for, to never feel that lonely paranoia feeling, to finally move on with life, I needed to commit myself fully to make sure the feelings wouldn't fade.

It's worked. My life is so much better now than where I was a year ago.I'm no longer lonely. I cry tears of joy knowing that I can finally live.

Because Insomnia won't let me sleep.

I'm awake just realizing it's saturday. I need some kind of tea or something to put me to bed.
So my mind has just been working overtime because I really have nothing better to do these days than to think about stuff. and overanalyze everything. I think that's partly why I'm having insomnia, I think too much. kinda like Antoine in How I Became Stupid. I need happyzac. Sure it'd make me a mindless consumer but then I'd be able to sleep peacefully.
I'm still hooked on a boy who's way out of my league. I know he's not going to notice me, but I still keep on trying, and I don't see the point anymore. He's so infectious, I can't get him out of my mind. But let's face it, that was a one time thing, meeting him. I'm too stupid to know when to stop, and I"m too smart to waste my money on trying to help the helpless cause.
I need to find someone, asap. need some summer lovin' just so I can get my mind off of all this hoopla.

On a completely (well almost completely) different subject.

I've never been kissed. and I keep of having dreams where I have my first kiss. I need some kind of dream dictionary to help me on this one.
Its saying I need love. That hits the nail right on the head.

I'd like to think I'm not a psycho person

I bet there are people who really think I really am, which doesn't upset me, but puts a damper on the relationship I have between them.

My internal clock is making me wake up at 6 am everyday and I'm actually fine with it. Weird, yes. Sad that I'm still waking up early and it's summer, a little. but that means more hours in the day to pretend I have something better to do.

Back to my previous subject, I'm not psycho I promise, maybe a little paranoid, but not to the point that I should be locked up. I think that's my problem though, that's the reason why I'm lonely. (and me admitting this could be the reason why just affirms everything just said) but I guess it's not all bad. I constantly try to make myself a better person to make up for the fact that I'm a horrible person.

I wonder what I'm going to do today, maybe I'll take a walk, or clean my room.

A change in time.

I can't say for sure if it was just as tragic the day the music died, but because of the speed of communication these days it seems as though you can't go anywhere without a tribute to Mr. Jackson.
to be completely honest, I did enjoy his music, but I was never a really big fan of him, and I can never say I was or I would be a liar. I understand the grieving of a person who has influenced many though his music, but I can't help but wonder how many of the tributes made out there are a ploy to gain attention, to gain recognition of their own work.
which brings me to another point.
Michael Jackson died, yes, but millions die everyday. where's their tribute? where's their medley? its unfair. Mothers, Father, Sisters, Brothers, Daughters, and Sons they influence our lives don't they? Police, Firemen, Doctors, Bystanders, they all save lives.
Could the world, for just once, not overreact to death of a famous person.
no one wants to be forgotten, i get that. but i don't think they want their death to be some kind of historical event, because it's an everyday thing. think about it this way, if there were to be a textbook with all the dates of famous people's death and a little obituary of them, it'd be larger than a dictionary.

we should move on, death is suppose to happen anyways.