so Guess What?

I HAVE TO MANY MIXED FEELINGS RIGHT NOW. So I'm just going to type.

I'm so sick of people making fun of my music. Freaking come at me. I hate everything. Why do people make fun of my music? Why can't everyone just love everything? Oh, because people are idiots. No one freaking likes your music. No one likes that. No one likes you.

Also, you, stop being a jerk. Stop taking advantage of me and my feelings. You know what? I'm done with you. I'm so done. Bye.

And everyone can shut the frick up about who I am. Because I am me! And you can't change that. And I don't want you to change that. So just go away. Okay? Okay. I'll see you later. But not really.

Seriously just everyone leave me alone.

okay

Here's the thing.

I'm done.

I'm done trying to help people.


Also, if you come to me trying to get my pity? Yeah. You'll get it. You'll get that and a slap in the face.

Hi

I really have nothing to say. Except that life is stressful.

And that people don't realize that I go through hard things too.

Yes Please

Well.

I would love this as a tattoo.

Also this.

Here's the thing. I don't think I'll ever get a tattoo, cause my family is cray about tattoos. It's a struggle. I want one so bad.

So my mom reads this blog (HI MOM!!) and so she's gonna read this and maybe freak out a little bit.

That's okay.

I would put the yin yang sign on the outside of my right leg, right above my knee, off to the side so you could see it from the side.

And I would put the Solar Plexus Chakra on the inside of my arm right above my elbow, so you could only see it when I lifted up my arm.

Wouldn't that be freaking sweet?

Okay. I don't wanna regret this. So I'm going to wait a year. Or, almost a year. June 7th next year, if I still want them this bad, I will get them. On my birthday!

(Sorry mom.)

what the heck Oakridge?

Okay. Get this. I sold my contract at oakridge to a girl named Morgan.
But.
Apparently they are all idiots and didn't save that paper work or whatever. So that's cool.

Thanks oakridge. You're great.


In other news.
I still can't get over this oakridge thing. I freaking don't live there! I live in Old Farm! And I sold my contract!
Now, the girl, Morgan, won't answer my Facebook messages.
Oh my piss. I'm gonna freak if I have to pay for oakridge summer too.

New Music

Oh Snap.

This is Happening.

Oh Snap.

This is Happening again.

BUTT

I'm gonna write about Butts today.


Butts are weird.

I mean, seriously. I don't get how people find them the least bit attractive. Like, POOP LITERALLY COMES OUT OF THAT THING.

And another thing. Why are there so many different names for a butt?
Butt.
Bum.
A$$.
Buttocks.
Rear End.
Booty.
Behind.
Buns.

What's up with that?

Shake dat Booty?

Ouija!!
I WANNA SEE IT SO BAD.

Cept, you know, it'll probably suck.

What I Would Love

an Acoustic-Electric guitar - I mean, I'm starting a band, and I am currently learning the guitar for that crap. So I need a guitar that can hook up to speakers. That would be helpful anyway. I have an acoustic guitar already, but an acoustic-electric would be... Absolutely beautiful. Christmas come faster.

a Blender - I just really want one.

new Wolf Socks - Mine have holes in the heels. But, they have to be higher than my ankle... But lower than my knee... I'm a picky sock wearer. The struggle is real.

a New Laptop Screen - Someone stepped on mine, and now has a big crack in the middle of it.

Money - Because everyone needs money. But if I had some, I would probably just spend it on an acoustic-electric guitar.

more space on my Phone - I'm running out...

to get into the Music Therapy Program - CRAP I HAVE TO DO THAT I AM SO NERVOUS IT'S SUPER COMPETITIVE.

my mom to be better

The Struggle.

Home

I love my family. They are all so awesome.

a Tribute

I want to inspire people.
I want to help people.

I want people to know my struggles.


That's why I'm starting a new blog.


Here's the address.

Have a Good Day.





thisissoreal.blogspot.com

Reggae Rise Up

Today is Reggae Rise Up.

It's also Festival of Colors.

And I'm not going to either of them.

But I am going to a dance party that should be pretty sick.



So I realized something.
I used to be really funny. Like, I'm pretty impressed with myself, and how funny and entertaining I was at one point. And I have no idea what happened.

Well, actually, I do have an idea as to what happened. But that is a secret that I'm not ready to tell.

Seriously?

I am so pumped to do something. And nothing is going on. At all.

PISS.


Like, really, there is nothing to do ever ever ever.

And that is all.

I'm blogging...I'm blogging... MADDI GOT ME A NEW KEYBOARD COVER

Hammers and Strings

This song is.. My Everything.

Ha. I remember when I used to say things like that about people.

Dear I've been well.

I miss you like Hell.

I still hear you in this Old Piano.

Lately I'm not dreaming, so what's the Point of Sleeping.

It's just that at night I have no where to Hide.

At night, it only gets worst.

The Doctors prescribed me the Pills.

I know I'm not crazy, I've just lost my Will.

Then why am I, why am I taking Them Still?

Give me something to Trust

I don't think people realize how hard it is for me to trust. I don't like trusting people. I hate being vulnerable. That feeling of fully trusting someone with your heart, trusting them not to drop it on the ground and get it dirty, or crushing it, or just forgetting about it. Sure, I may act like I don't care that you know about my life, and sure, I may act like I don't give a crap when it comes to my problems. But here's the thing:: I'm really good at pretending.

Give me something to Believe In.

I'm giving up. I'm just.. Sick of believing in things, and then them crashing down into a million little pieces.

I feel myself slipping into a depression.

Have a Good Day

Every once in a while, I'll lose a friend.

It happens more than I think it should.

Recently, I've lost Josh, Ammon, and maybe Daniel. And possible Cory. I'm not sure about that one yet.

I wish they had a job or career I could go into that was just, losing friends. Cause I think that would be awesome.



Let me tell you a love story.

Once, I fell in love. I fell in love with a handsome man, let's name him Kyle. Kyle was... Amazing. Simple as that, he was amazing. I was so deeply in love with Kyle, that I didn't even realize that....

Wait.

Why am I telling you this? This is my Blog! This is no place for touchy feely stories about how crappy life can be sometimes! (Yeah, sorry, that story was gonna end badly..)



Just one more thing before I go::

PEOPLE. IF YOU HAVE AN IPHONE, AND I CAN SEE THAT YOU READ MY TEXT THAT OBVIOUSLY NEEDS AN ANSWER, FREAKING ANSWER IT.

Well, That Was Short Lived

Blah blah blah sad sad sad mope mope mope

Sometimes life sucks.

Like, for example, tonight. Tonight I almost fell in love with someone. Until, that is, he pushed me down into a hole I didn't even know existed.

You see, I have secrets. Everyone does. I mean, I hope everyone does. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. So, everyone has secrets. And mine just so happen to chase people away for some reason. I don't know why. I don't think they're that bad.

But apparently, they are.

My dear readers, life sucks.

Anyway. Back to my story.

So there I was. I, like an idiot, trusting someone again.

Man. I gotta stop doing that. Trusting people. Bah.

I told him everything. Well, almost everything. And after I did, he told me something too. So I felt like it was going great. Like he was caring and actually liked me. But here's the thing.

I was wrong.

Why am I such an idiot? I mean, I really liked this guy. A lot. I didn't even know him for that long, and I knew. I knew there had to be something special between us.

Apparently, I was wrong.

Daniel, like the Lions Den

This kid though.

Like seriously, this kid.

ERR MER GERSSHH.

So I met this kid a few days ago. You wanna know how we met?
Okay, I'll tell you.

It was, like, midnight, and me and Maddi were taking Jess Jess to her house so she could get her stuff and then come sleepover with us at my house. And I saw this boy walking across the parking lot in front of me to throw away his trash.
Now, I find this boy mightily attractive. So, of course, I have to yell that to him.
"YO." I yell
"I THINK YOU'RE REALLY ATTRACTIVE."
And him, obviously dumbstruck with how beautiful I am, stops in his tracks.
Then, he walks over.
'OH MY GOSH.' I thought 'HE'S WALKING OVER HERE.'
And he walked over.
We shook hands, and I was all "Hi, my name is Sierra like the Mist."
And he was all "Hi. I'm Daniel, like... The.. Lions Den."
And that was the moment I knew were gonna be friends.

A List

• My Parents
• Brownies
• My Memory Foam Mattress Pad
• Jake Anderson
• A Full Tank of Gas
• Having a Best Friend
• Jordan Seegmiller
• The Beginning of Summer
• My Six Pack
• A Big Closet
• Money
• Sleeping in
• Being a Little Kid

Can you guess what this list is?

It's a list of things I miss.