Save-Gabrielle

I know I should feel happy, I know I shouldn't feel like somebody close to me just died, but I do. I went to Niagara Falls today. The falls it's self was wonderously breath-taking. But all of the shops.. They disrupted the beauty of the land. I did have fun today, but it was very anti-climactic. So last night this guy that I like found out that I like him. But I never got to know how he feels. So that might be part of my morrose mood. I almost feel like an idiot. But I suppose living is what you do, and not what you don't. How can you live without taking a chance? CiCi is here. I won't let on to my feelings though, I don't want her to worry

Why is it that everyone appears to be like everyone else before you meet them. Why are we afraid to express our emotions and personalities through our clothing. I was labled to day. A friend called me a prep, I told him he was crazy and I wish I had walked away. I have to admit that it hurt a little bit. But it set me thinking, and got me re-evaluating myself. I've discovered I don't even really know who I am. It makes me feel lost. So I start at the beginning, my childhood. You know, even though there are things you try hard to forget because they hurt so much, sometimes you need to remember them. But even though it helped make me who I am,

If I told you something, would you tell someone else, and have hopes that they would be able to keep it to themselves? Or would you even wonder if I cared that you told at all? Sometimes thats what my life feels like, a bunch of secrets, twisted and changed to please whom ever is told. It bothers me how easily people can throw things away. Love, life, memories, secrets. Why can't we all just hold on a little bit harder? Today I feel artistically abused. I can't even explain why, but the feeling is there, and it doesn't want to go away. There is a boy I liked, I know he knows I'm alive. But I don't know how I feel about him anymore. He walks