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-Anonymous

I'd like to say I wrote this, because it is true in every way about me. Unfortunately, it is not mine.

Shhhhh...........

We all have secrets...Ever have the feeling that something you say or do is lurking behind you, just waiting to bite you in ass. Literally? Well secrets have that effect on me. Sure, you could probably say that it isn’t healthy to keep secrets, but you could also argue that everyone has secrets. Whether you like it or not, it’s true. And I would say I have a normal amount of secrets, but sometimes I feel like I have too many. Keeping them from the people I love can be really hard, and at times, I find myself contemplating telling them…but at the same time, my secrets are secrets for a reason. If I told someone everything about me, I would be vulnerable…and I will never let myself be like that again. Some may say I am over-guarded, but without my defense system, I wouldn't be as strong as I am. Anyway, secrets are pretty simple.


Say them once
Everyone knows
Certain things
Repeat themselves
Everyone knows
Tell at your own risk
Spread, spread away.

Giving Up

Name Meaning

I recently had to look up what my name means in life for an English project. These are some results. I feel like they really fit me!


Your name makes you very idealistic and generous, with the strong desire to uplift humanity leading you into situations where you can express your desire to serve others.
 
You want to assume responsibilities and to look after people; however, you can become too involved in other people's problems and tend to worry.
 
Your name gives you a natural desire to express along artistic and musical lines.
 
You desire a settled home and family life, and are expressive and attentive to your loved ones.



Although your name creates the urge to be reliable and responsible, we emphasize that it causes an emotional intensity that is hard to control.
 
This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the nervous system, worry, and mental tension.

This Is Me

Here's the lyrics to the song, This is Me. It's from Camp Rock, and a little childish, but it's totally true. It completly describes me, and who I'm gonna be.

I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show, it's time
To let you know
To let you know

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way

This is real, This is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me.

Just the Way You Are

"When you smile...The whole world stops and stares for a while...Cuz' girl, you're amazing...Just the way you are." The theme of the day is self-acceptance. Today, my mom and I stopped by the book store looking for something to occupy us for a while, and what I didn't expect was her picking up a self-help book. I have no problem with them, but they just didn't seem like something my mom would read. It's called Seriously...I'm Kidding by Ellen Degeneres, and it is amazing. I'm already halfway through it, and I can't put it down. It really taught me something (I know, hard to believe). Ever since I was twelve, and maybe a smidge before that, I've struggled with who I am. I never really accepted myself. Anytime someone would tell me I'm pretty, smart, or even amazing, I never believed them. The school I went to was a major benefactor to it. I didn't feel accepted. It felt like, when I wasn't looking, people were making fun of who I was and the way I looked. Guys were my biggest offenders. And while I know that I shouldn't care, I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how I tried to avoid it, I couldn't. My imagination scrolled through all the possibilities they could be thinking...'Wow, what a big butt,' kept reoccuring. I'm not saying that I'm not still that way. I am. But I want to change. I want to be proud of who I am. I am beautiful, smart, funny, and perfect the way I am. People may have been telling me that for years, but I finally believe it. I'm exactly who I'm supposed to be. To quote Ellen, "To me, beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin."