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Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul of both hope and fear.
-Mary Shelley Frankenstein
 

I Can Only Imagine...

Jonathan Saunders Fall 2011
 

Emotionally Exhausted

I'm not in a good place right now - emotionally that is. The past couple days I have let my emotions eat me up inside and it is beginning to take a deathly toll. The VERY LITTLE, faith that I have is diminishing rapidly. Did I mention that the faith I have I very little?

I have been getting slapped around (figuratively) with this whole high school/college thing. I have worked ridiculously hard, yet have fell short in every way I can think of. It has gotten to the point where I feel like there is nothing else to live for and that not existing would be better than living to witness myself fail at reaching all the important goals I have made for myself.

When will I be recognized for my accomplishments? When will all these judges, admission officers, etc. be able to SEE that I have had a hard life but pushed through it, and that I am deserving of scholarships, acceptance and recognition? When will anyone see that I MUST get away from this wretched life I currently have and that the only way to do so is via education. When will anyone see that I have to cry every day and conjure the courage up to move on for one more day to see anything change?

I am dead tired.

Tired of waiting for something to change or for someone to understand all that I have been through. I am tired of giving my all and putting my life in an application only to be told that I am not worthy enough for an acceptance or scholarship.

Firstly, no one will ever be able to "know" me from an application, and all that I ask for is a chance - an opportunity. I promise that if given some bit of recognition and/or credit and use it as supernatural fuel to make myself and everyone else proud. My desire for success is just too immense for my accomplishments to go unnoticed.

I am tired of friends, family, teachers and the like, telling me lies that I have nothing to worry about. "You will get into that school," or "I know you will get that scholarship."

Lie. Lie. Lie.

Every scholarship that I have put my blood sweat and tears into told me I was not good enough as those chosen.

Way to boost my confidence, eh?

Frankly, I will never be given the chance to reach my full potential if I am never given the chance to explore it.

I refuse to take out a loan to pay for school and pay it back the rest of my life. I refuse to make my credit bad and then make my life much harder than it already is. I refuse to live with knowing I worked just as hard if not harder than anyone else, when it all seems like it was for absolutely nothing.

I don't care any more.
 

March 22!

 

Need I Say More?

 

My Dream...

If I get accepted to this school, I am throwing a party for the world!
 

The Most Typical Face On Earth

A friend of mine directed me to this video, so I just thought I would share it with you all since it is somewhat interesting.  By the way, this is my 50th blog post since I have began this blog. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyway, the most typical face on Earth...


7 Billion: Are You Typical? — National Geographic Magazine @ Yahoo! Video
 

The Mind Plague

I have a lot to say right now, but I don't know how to say it.

I had a good day today but then I started feeling cumbersome once I got home.  This, my readers, is what I call the mind plague. I let small things bother me and the majority of the time, it is my own fault...I think. Usually, I have an anecdote for times like these but this time my cupboard of remedies is bare empty. What to do?

On a random note, reality is slowly displacing the remaining dependency that is left of my young adult life. I don't think it has dawned on my just yet that I am 18 and now I don't need my parents for much of anything.

This entry is pointless, however, sometimes it's just good to talk. To write about whatever is on your mind.

I'm done.
 

Good Day


 Random photo of me in the bandroom after school.


I had a good day today. I think it was the shorts. I hope the rest of the week is like this.