“Dear journal, I hate guys they make you feel so many different emotions without doing anything. Guys are funny. I’m still trying to understand guys and girls. I’m not sure if we are the same. There is a stereotype about girls that we overanalyze everything, we worry too much and all that. But for guys the stereotype is that they don’t care, they don’t notice anything. They don’t try too hard. Do guys ever analyze a text message, a look, a tone? Do they even care? What do females do that hurt them? That brings up so many emotions? I want us to be equal, but I do see these stereotypes at school, with me, in movies, TV shows, celebrities, etc. Are we really the same when it comes to relationships and emotions? Maybe we are, but society has trained men to not express their feelings, to think that women are crazy and over emotional. Men know how to suppress their emotions, they probably do feel the exact way women do they’re just better at hiding it. So some men care, some men don’t. How about women? Can they be like the stereotypical guy? Yes. I have yet to see a woman be that way, I just know there are because we are all the same.”
how does one stop caring
what if things get better for the other person
im still alone
what if theyre happy and im
i want to move on before they do
i want us to move on at the same time
so that we can be happy for each other
i wish this never happened
“My head is spinning. Drop me in a whole. I want to fall forever.”
That quote is from my last post. When I posted it then read it after, I noticed the mistake I made. I put “whole” instead of “hole.” I was going to fix it, but I decided not to. The hole is whole. I’m never going to fall in a hole forever and run away from my problems. Or I’ll fall into hole, but I have to find a way to get out.
If a hole is whole, I can’t fall in.
I made a fool of myself and that’s okay.
I’m growing up. I’m trying new things. I’m experiencing new things and that’s okay.
Stupidity is part of growing up. Mistakes is part of growing up. I should be okay with that.
I’m hurt. I’m happy. I’m free to be me. I was always free to be me, but I was scared. Well, I still am.
I’m hurt, I’m hopeful. Hopeful for my own future.
I will get better at things. I will stop caring, stop being ashamed.
I’m hurt. Relax. I’m hurt. Relax. I was stupid. Relax. I was stupid. Rela—SHUT UP!! ……………Calm the fuck down.
I hate labels. I’m hurt. I’m sleepy. I care….A lot. It’s obvious.
Energy wasted not being myself. I’m learning.
High School. I just realized I don’t take anybody seriously at school.
I can keep writing. I will.
I like to be independent and do things on my own.
I should’ve–SHOULDA COULDA WOULDA
We get it, you regret this or that.
My head is spinning. Drop me in a whole. I want to fall forever.
School is just school. The people there are just people.
It’s okay to be hurt. It’s okay to feel stupid. We all have our regrets
I wish I knew how to converse with people. I have a lot to say, I’m just a slow thinker and there’s nothing wrong with that.
I wish I knew how to connect with people.
I’m going to college soon and I want to make lifelong friends. It’s going to be harder though because I’m going to a community college.
Making friends and connecting with people shouldn’t be hard though. People do it all the time.
I’m so bored with my life. I want to have fun!!! I want to try new things, meet new people.
I really want to not post this and save it as a draft, but I told myself, I am not doing that this year.
I don’t know.
This is big.
This is different.
Is this a test?
I’m sure it is.
Will I pass it?
I hope so.
I’m happy, but this is a problem.
“Bae ain’t bae if bae don’t pray”
I want to tell everyone.
Each and everyone of my friends,
but I can’t.
Is it really any of their business? How do I tell them? It can’t be all at once. I’ll tell them at the end, when it’s all over. What would my parents think? They wouldn’t be angry. I know what they’d do and it would bother me so much.
This news is exciting! and new for me.
I just hope everything works out in God’s favor.
(why am I sharing this??)
“Dear journal, everbodies struggle is not the same. People respond to their past differently. Everybody is allowed to feel or hurt or sad. I hate when people are like ‘my sob story is worse than yours, so you don’t understand and you’re not allowed to be hurt or feel some intense emotion.’ It bothers me when people do that. It’s not fair.”
On March 23, 1999 a star was born her name is Hannah Michelle Leonard. This is her story. Since the beginning Hannah was always writing. If you look at her mother stretch marks you can see little words. Hannah has been writing ever since she was a little fetus. She would write down the words her mother said to her when she was a baby like: “ohh this baby is too damn heavy!” Or “I have taste for some rum balls right now!”
Hi! I’m Hannah. I’m fifteen years old and I am a freshmen in high school. I like to read, write, and watch TV. I always wanted to make a blog, but I didn’t know what to put in the blog. I thought hard. I tried thinking of ideas for a blog. So one day while my sister, Esther was editing her blog called, “I Have Decided To Follow Jesus… or Not”; I started asking her questions like what made you want to make this blog or why did you make this blog. She was getting annoyed and she asked me why I was I asking her these questions. I told her that I’m working on my journalist skills. Then she said something that made me come up with this blog. Esther said “Hannah, you should interview people and put on WordPress.” I got so happy and right then and there I started planning out my interviews and thinking of questions to ask people. I chose the title Interviews Aleatoire (Aleatoire is French for random), because my first title which was Random Interviews. I thought that was too plain, so I Frenched it up! I just really hope you like and enjoy this blog. Also please follow and tell people about this blog. This blog is about me interviewing people I find interesting.