Balance

I lost

A friend

I found

Another

Is it

The Same?

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I Am Here, But I Am Not

Draw the line between dreams, realities and nightmares. What you dream for is not always what is best for you. Your reality does not always inspire you. Your nightmares do not always have the ability to make you truly afraid.

I dream about summer. I want to get up in the morning and have it be 80 degrees. I want to organize my schedule as I please. I want to go to go swimming at night. I want feel as if there's is nothing I need to do. I want to be with my friends and ignore others. But it is no longer summer, and it is not healthy to live in the past.

My reality: I am senior in high school. Does it get scarier? I hope not. But what is my nightmare? What do I truly fear? I fear regret. I fear spiders, not just the big ones but also the little ones. I fear loosing touch. But, none of these fears actually matter. How, though, do you decide what matters and what does not?

A Fine Line

When do our dreams become reality and when do our realities become nightmares? When can we wake up and be completely content with our lives? When can we go to sleep and have no worries? When do we realize what we have is not what we want? When do fight for what we have lost? When do we take responsibility for something we did not do? When do we grow up? When do we finally decide?

Wanna be a princess?

What’s in? Facebook, ridiculous amounts of eye makeup, high skirts, myspace—no that’s so old— yoga, leggings? As a pretty reliable source, we can tell you that the next ultimate, everybody who is anybody, sweeping the nation craze is going old school and bringing back the Disney movies. I’m not talking about high school musical. I mean the classics: Pocahontas, Alice and Wonderland, Little Mermaid, Aladdin. Wasn’t it these very movies that taught us everything. Without the little mermaid would we have learned the importance of “keeping your voice” which we all know is code for sticking to what you believe in. Or without Pocahontas would we have ever known how hard it is to choose between family obligations and moral obligations? Whatever, Disney is the newest old craze. I mean it taught us about magic. I mean just look at Cinderella, who doesn’t want a fairy godmother?