I WANT TO

EXPLODE.

just like spontaneously combust. blow-up and fall into a milllion tiny pieces of glitter and confetti and cheap candy. because i am a fucking pinata. serioulsy, if that were to ever happen, it would be believable that instead of blood and guts that fill me, i am filled with that stuff. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

today i just helped the rest of 5th realize how dyfunctional i am. i tried to talk about love and all i could think about was the randomest thing. all i could do was rant and ramble about DOGS.and worst i could not stop laughing, serioulsy all you had to do was hit me with a whithered wood pole and youd get your damn candy. i am so paranoid and i care too much about what people think of me. at that moment i wanted to get up, sing mint car by the cure,shed all my clothes(nevermind thatd feel awakward)and tell everyone what are they doing in life cause the only thing we are all sure of is that one day we will all die(its not pessimistic its reality)so get their arses out of those metal seats and take the risks,make love,punch somebody,tell your secrets,be yourself,and then run out of the class with my hyprocritic self. if i had a car, id get in it, and drive to a secluded part of anywhere and leave whatever world i have behind,stand up and scream like the scene from garden state or running with scissors and then laugh and cry at the same time and try to feel fudging infinite. with all this, i think im completely fine.

I KNOW WHAT I WANT and I KNOW WHO I AM.

-stephanie meza

-17

-5'1

-size shoe 6 1/2

-brown hair

-dark brown eyes

-never been on a date.

-talks to much

-insecure

-random

-growing filter

-your parents will probaly like me

-if you let me, youll probaly like me too.....

MAYBE.

i love it when people post blogs only to talk about others and then never go on again. haha i used to do that but i guess im growing up.

YOU'RE A BAD ONE MR. GRINCH.

i'll take the seasick crocodile.

favorite christmas song ever.