Of assorted teenage ramblings.

Ever had that feeling?

That feeling of losing control,and burning out.
That feeling of wanting more,and having it so close you could touch it?
That disappointment when someone you trust lets you down.
That hurt when someone who’s you’re something says nothing.
That insane moment when it’s so lame it shouldn’t be fun,but it is.
That stupid moment verbal diarrhea descends but it’s okay cause they’re your people.
That confusion where you don’t know what to feel.
That anger at every stupid,inspirational post you ever read,because apparently you’d be insane if you actually did that.
That bitterness that comes from a deep,dark place within, a place you’d deny the existence of.
That fury,and resentment because you know what,sometimes people are self-obsessed dramatists.
That longing of knowing something’s right there and not yours.
That self-doubt because surely it’s not meant to be this way,you probably should give a damn.
The disconcerting gut feeling that you’ll never know if you don’t try.
The succeeding feeling that if the populace believes it won’t work,it probably won’t.
The annoying feeling because it’s your mistake to make,you neither ask for a saviour nor a scape goat.
The realization that at the end of it all, you ended up just like every other teenager out there who has guy troubles,curfews,a friend circle that’s just a mish mash of random people, and above all, is broke.Always.

It’s what this age is about I suppose,Identification and Struggle.

Turns out I’m a damn the consequences kind of person,I’m probably gonna do something damn stupid,and it’s gonna be okay,cause if it goes south at least I’ll know I tried. The not trying is killing me,it goes against me and against everything I believe in and stand for. Whatever it is that awaits me on the other side. Rejection. Disgrace. Humiliation. Maybe-Happiness.Fun. or Flattery if we’re lucky.  Whatever it is I must know. Now I just need to figure out how. 

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Laugh Uncontrollably.

So moving on from the slightly dramatic turn these posts seem to have taken,Today we talk about the very epitome of happiness. Laughter.

Ask anyone I know and the first thing they’ll tell you about me is I cry when I laugh. I kid you not,it actually happens. I’m laughing and next thing you know there’s tears running down my cheeks.

The sound of laughter is something that turns heads even more than that pretty girl walking down the street. All of my best memories involve laughing so much your stomach hurts and you’re gasping for breath. I love those moments,almost as much as I love chocolate.

I especially remember those days when I’d simply refuse to go  back to attending lectures after lunch,convince my friends to do the same and we’d sit under the arches in college ,drinking Iced tea and laughing so much about the stupidest things.

You know those moments late at night when you’re tired and sleepy and everything’s hilarious beyond compare?  I love those moments as well.

They comfort me on days where the dreary,grey sky tries to bring you down.
On days that I pretty much hate everything and everyone for no apparent reason.
And on days when you live in the past,wishing you could have some bit of it again.

But it does not do to dwell on the past and forget how to live.

I’m pretty sure Dumbledore knew what he was talking about.

So Live.Laugh.Love the things that make you happy.
Laugh enough that people think you’re certifiably insane.
Laugh uncontrollably with that one who puts a ridiculously wide smile on your face.
Laugh with your friends. You’ll miss those stupid fools more than you ever thought you would.

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Part 6 of the ‘ life is short’ series.