61. christmas shopping
62. defending whats right
63. christmas morning
64. the bright night after a snow storm
65. crying from being so happy
66. taking a bite from each chocolate in the box
67. roadtrips
68. new years parties
69. walking
70. stretching
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51. cowboy boots
52. freestyle emotional art
53. doing favours for people
54. baking
55. sarcasm
56. laughing when remembering old times
57. dancing behind a story
58. choches and guidos
59. slang
60. smelling fresh air with hangovers
41. Frozen yogurt
42. doing nothing and still being completely occupied
43. when my kitten purs
44. art
45. old poloriod cameras
46. being “loud and proud”
47. decortating
48. self-motivation
49. trying new things
50. stepping out of daily routines
31. funny youtube videos
32. giraffe fights
33. making no judgemental thoughts
34. sober sleepovers with your guy bestfriend
35. sleeping in my dads bed when he’s gone
36. my big brother <3
37. sleeping in cold rooms with big blankets
38. my canon rebel xsi
39. “mental health” days
40. breaking bad habits
21. lists
22. new clothes
23. letters to/from friends
24. sunglasses
25. the big bang theory
26. investigating the human mind
27. stretching
28. sushi dates
29. dance recitals
30. seeing things out of the ordinary
11. Big cities
12. Sky Trains
13. Chai tea
14. Kittens
15. Happy hour
16. A good book
17. My dad and everything he does to spoil me
18. Rainy days
19. Meeting new people
20. Learning something interesting
1. Dance
2. Photography
3. Music
4. Friends
5. Your true “superman”
6. Clothes
7. acting
8. laughing
9. smiling
10. fall
After various years of fighting and things I shouldn’t have to put up with, I finally became a violent, disasterous person towards my mother. Even though she changed me in a way that made me more of a hating person, I also have caused her much greif and although we don’t get along, she still does a lot for me, especially for driving me to vancouver and all my doctors appointments for my blood diesease I recently found out about. I still love her, but I don’t think she will ever know that.
I have been very enthused on photography for almost a year now and about 8 months ago I bought my Canon Rebel xsi. He’s my baby, and my one true love. Now that I have an expensive photoshop that I finally understand how to work i’m begginning to investigate with my creative side on what types of photos I like to take and edit.
I can’t decide what type of lens I want, but I know that once I get enough money and the right decision I will come to the next step in my life as a striving adolescent photographer.
I am 15, and I am not just afraid of the dark, I am deeply terrified. Never once when I was little did I ever recall this state of fear, but for the past couple years it’s began to grow on me more and more. It’s has reached such a point where I cannot only classify it as a fear, but I’m scared that I may have some mental or personality disorder I’m not aware of.
I can no longer get off of my bed at night alone-even when my light is on- because I have some incredible fear that something/someone is outside of my room; or even under my bed waiting for me. I will have to run to my room; or wherever I have to go, but running makes me only think of the thing thats scaring me even more, and if I walk the suspension kills me, along with the hyperventalation that follows..
It’s hard to live in this kind of fear when I’m frequently left alone- as my dad is a travelling business-man. What do I do to help me reassure myself that there is nothing to be afraid of? I’ve tried everything including singing to myself, listening to music or even pre-occupying myself.. Some suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
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