“Friday” by Rebecca Black. Sung by Puck, Artie, and Sam. “Dancing Queen” by ABBA. Sung by Mercedes and Santana. “Rolling In The Deep” by Adele. Sung by Jesse and Rachel. “Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder. [Unknown who is singing this] “My Man” by Barbra Streisand. Sung by Rachel.
Day 20-A song that you listen to when you’re angry
The Downfall of Us All l A Day to Remember
Some people listen to happy music when they’re angry and some people listen to angry music when they’re angry. Guess which group I’m in?
A Day to Remember has always been very near and dear to my heart. This is the one song that helps me release me anger. Just listening to the first 10 seconds makes me feel like my anger is all released.
I have studies you from head to toe. I know the back of your neck, every freckle on your face, the length of your fingers, the allignment of your teeth. I can trace you in my mind perfectly. Even though I know all of your physical features perfectly, I still feel like I don’t know you and I really want to get to know you. I want to get to be that one person that you can go to for everything and anything. I want to be that one person you can be embarrassed around. I want you to feel at home when you’re around me, but you still have your wall up and I just don’t know why.
I have poured my entire heart and soul into everything that we have going on. I have given you nothing but love and what do I get back? A thank you. This makes no sense to me. All I have left is skin and bones because I have given you everything else. I fail to understand how I can pur myself out to you, put my heart on my sleeve, and all I get is a simple look or limited words. It just doesn’t seem fair to me. It just isn’t fair. I don’t know what else I can do for you or give to you. I don’t have anything else. I have nothing else.
The brush of our arms, the smiles exchanged in class, the stories we share, and the debates we lead are what get me through the day. We don’t talk much, but I still have your voice echoing in my mind and your smile in my memory to keep me company.
I always feel lonely at night too, but it’s a different kind of lonely. It always seems like it’s nighttime when I really start to feel depressed and the bad kind of lonely. At night, all I can to do is blast my music and wish that someone could be there with me. I try to keep my mind off of my feelings, but the day’s events keep coming back to haunt me and all I can do is hope to feel numb until the morning comes and I feel the radiating beauty once again.
I’m a morning person and everybody asks me why. Most people are not morning people. Most people tend to be sluggish and in bad moods, but I on the other hand, love mornings. They’re beautiful. It’s the one time of the day that I truly feel relaxed and alone. In the early morning, there is never enough time for something to truly upset me. I like to go about my early mornings in silence. I like to meditate thoughtfully. But the one thing I love most about mornings is when the world finally starts to wake up. You can watch the streets slowly fill and the sun slowly rise. It is really an indescribable feeling.
Since I was a little girl and dreamt of my high school prom experience, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be picked up and taken to a memorable place for dinner or dinner with his family. I don’t think I’m being too picky, I hope I’m not. My boyfriend’s friends want us to go to their house though and then to a nice restaurant afterwards. That’s cool, I understand that they want to just spend time with him because they’re friends, but I want to spend time with him too. I’m not blaming him for anything or trying to be an obnoxious, whiny girlfriend. I only see him a few times at school and even then we don’t get much time to just talk. It’s been weeks since I have had an actual conversation with him. I haven’t brought this idea up, though, because I know he would like to be surrounded by friends as well.
Aside from wanting to spend time with him, it’s no Tumblr secret that I have problems with eating. I either want to throw up afterwards or I get nervous eating in front of other people and pass up on the meal, no matter how hungry I am.
ASIDE FROM THAT, I also have problems with money. I just don’t have any to spend. That’s not an understatement either. I really don’t have any money to spend. I have a small pocketful of coins and that’s about it. The restraunt we’re going to is certainly not the cheapest. Why can’t we just go to McDonald’s or some other place we can all afford?
Well this is just me being stupid, I guess, or obnoxious and unappreciative. I don’t mean to be that way. It’s just how I feel.
“Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It’s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It’s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”—"Paper Towns" by John Green