Tired and tangled

This weekend has been full of emotions, ranging from up to down or down to up. While I spent 1 whole week hooked on the show Awkward I have realized that I have made both a mistake and the best decision. It was probably one of the worst because know I am sitting at my desk at what is 9 pm and have not finished an essay that is due in less than 24hrs. I feel stupid but not that much because I finally found a solution to my problem with writing, over thinking everything. I finally found the solution to allow my thoughts to unravel and just be myself. Anyways for the last couple of  minutes I have reading stories about students who done some pretty amazing people which makes me feel less but also empowers me and propels me to work much harder to accomplish all of my goals. Undeniably I have a millions of miles to run. Anyways this week was filled with moments in which I felt as if I was going to grab my shoe and throw it a person's face. On Saturday I was walking out to go to the Giant Dollar which around the corner BAM! I twist my ankle. It was an excruciating pain. I wanted to scream at the top of the lungs but I couldn't because there were people around me.Things became more worse when before the Easter Vigil I was holding the door and I kind pushed the door back and it flew back I was so embarrassed because the priest right in front of it, he almost shouted at me but some how God up in the air gave me the strength to push the door back and leave it where it was at. As the night progressed while I was holding the book for the priest I had this itchy sensation on my eye. I wanted to scratch it so badly but I couldn't. That tingling sensation persisted and it did not leave until about five minutes when the priest moved aside. I was so thankful that he moved to the side because I could finally scratch my eye. Although this is not all what happened during my weekend I can honestly say that I am glad but scared to return to my nightmare, school, the pain in my ankle is still persists but I must push through.

The beginning

I like diaries but I like blogs even more because no one is even going to read it. I can rant my mind and my thoughts and no one would even care to read it. Better yet I don't have to worry about punctuation or spelling or whether someone will grade it. My blog does not have to be to certain standard or has to make sense. Anyways I am so fed up with the idea of writing having to be graded or revised. I can just dump my thoughts, my dreams, and my goals. I can finally be as cliche as I want to. I feel so relieved to be myself and say what I want. I can talk about the wierdos in school and about the stupid athletes(who can still be nice but a bit cocky) who fill the hall ways in my school. Even better I can talk about the stupid girls who always think that their better than me. Going back to the beginning of my new diary I am so excited to fill this empty space with thoughts that linger inside my mind that I can not release with anybody else. If anyone is reading this blog than I am sorry that I am ranting my mind out but isn't that the point of a blog? I feel like if I'm in a tv show or something well anyways please excuse and enjoy a series of mind-blowing thoughts. If anything please excuse me I'm just a junior high school.