Cool use to mean unique, spontaneous, compelling.

The coolest kid was the one that everyone wanted to be like but no one quite could because their individuality was so utterly distinct. Then 'cool' changed. Marketers got a hold of it and reversed it's meaning. Now you're cool if you're NOT unique. If you bear the unmistakable stamp of America. Hair by Paul Mitchell, Clothes by Abercrombie, Car by Lexus, Attitude by Nike. Cool is the opiate of our time and over a couple of generations we have grown dependent upon it to maintain our identies of unclusion.---Shorty4_11 In reality, I'm slowly losing my mind. Underneath the guise of smile, gradually I'm dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly. Cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering. So I wear my disguise till I go home at night and turn down all the lights and then I break down and cry. It's hard to accept, but you can't change the past. You can't go back and manipulate things to the way you wanted them to happen. Because life'd be meaningless and boring and just not worth living. But you can change the future and that's a beautiful thing about life. Yes, you will make mistakes. And yes, you will have bad days - but as long as you let the past go, you'll have such a gorgeous and bright future ahead of you. Knowing that things were meant to happen. Knowing that each day you will learn something so that you keep growing to be a better person. Life is like a rope, twined in all its complexities and yet weaved into one marvelous stream that you have the chance you use something amazing from. So grab hold of it. You know you're in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won't laugh at you. When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight long after they are gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye. You can tell you're in love when you miss them before they are gone. When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any pain. When their name sends chills down your spine. When they are the only thing you can think about. You know you are in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes. When they call you at four in the morning to say, "I love you" and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart. When they are hurt just because of these tears. When even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately, you know you are in love when you can't imagine living without them, and can't figure how did you live before you knew them. When they fulfill every need and without them you are incomplete. The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once. As we grow up, we learn that the one person who wasn't suppossed to let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's never easier the second time around. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend, and may even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry cause time is passing too fast. You'll eventually lose someone you love. Life is short, so take too many pictures, laugh way too much, kiss way too slow, cry way too hard, and love everyone. I remember the first day I saw you, I remember the first day we spoke. I remember the night you held me close in your arms as we danced to our song. I

remember saying I love you each time we hung up the phone. But it was the times you just looked at me. Then I knew you would always be in my heart and nothing could ever change that. People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. Sometimes there are things in our life that aren't meant to stay. Sometimes change may not be what we want. Sometimes change is what we really need. And sometimes saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you'll ever have to do, but sometimes it's saying 'hello again' that breaks you down and makes you the most vulnerable person you'll ever know. Sometimes change is too much to bear, but most of the time change is the only thing saving your life. Let's face it... we've changed. We all changed. Somewhere between summer ending and school starting, we've gone in our own directions. Hearts were broken, friends diminished, new love started and new people came into our lives. We no longer spend all of our time in our circle of friends, we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. We've changed -- some for the better, some for the worse. Some of us are finding love and others are trying to let go. Even though we've changed, we all know that even though we're all finding our own place in the world, that when we find out love, when we let go of a love, when the tears fall, or the happy smile spreads across our face... we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us and no matter what happens, nothing will ever change so much to the point that we'll be friends forever. I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no fucking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating student as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole. Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us. I know it's a cornball thing, but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall

head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find them? Forget your head and listen to your heart - Meet Joe Black Do you ever sit and think... what if? What if you never said the first hello? What if our paths never crossed? What if you kept you mouth shut and just let things pass, or what if you would have said just one more thing? What if you had five more minutes? What if you could turn back time or make it all just stand still? What if you could say i love you one more time or NEVER had said it all? Where would your life be? Um, thank you. I'm not much for public speaking. Or much for speaking. Or, come to think of it, much for the public. And I'm not very good at lying. So let me just say that, in my experience, high school sucks. If I had to do it all over again, I'd have started advanced placement classes in preschool so I could go from eighth grade straight to college. However, given the unalterable fact that high school sucks, I'd like to add that if you're lucky enough to have a good friend and a family that cares it doesn't have to suck quite as much. Otherwise my advice is; Stand firm for what you believe in, until and unless experience proves you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked, the emperor IS naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing. And there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza. Thank you ~ Daria Remember when... ollie-ollie-oxen free meant something?... gettin high meant swinging at the playground? ...the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? ...dad was our hero and mom was the girl you were going to marry? ...your worst enemies were your siblings? race issues were who ran the fastest, and war was a card game? life was simple and care free...but what I remember most was wanting to grow up. Now ollie-ollie-oxen free is just some gibberish... getting high is a major issue... and pot isn't just a pan in the kitchen... stds and babies are huge compared to cooties...dads an asshole and mom wants to marry you off... your siblings are your best friends... be nice to them... race issues and war are common things these days, and it's not fun anymore... and sometimes I wish I were 2 again because skinned knees are easier mended than broken hearts... All I wanted was to be a girl falling asleep in a boy's arms and not caring about anything else in the world except how I feel right there with him. Just give me a hug and wipe away my tears. Smile at me and promise that everything will be okay. Sit here and listen. Tell me I'm fine the way I am cause it always sounds best coming from you. Hug me and say that I don't deserve this because I'm starting to believe that I do. Please just once be there to steady my shaking hand. Be there to laugh away all my problems. Be there to tell me that it's all going to be okay. And then you came along and your so much more then that. Human beings are compelled to adopt a belief system; some paradigm to provide meaning, purpose, and understanding to our lives. A quick survey of the world shows that pretty much any idea will do -- it need not reflect reality or truth, merely function to fascinate, distract, and compel. We are designed for belief, not for truth.

Regardless of whether you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once they enter your life, whatever you were to the world, they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without even speaking, you know that your own life is consumed by their love. We love them for a million reasons; it is a thing, an indescribable feeling. When I'm not there.. do you think of me? When you're sad and something's bothering you.. do you wish I were there to help comfort you? When you've had a long hard day... do you smile knowing that soon you'll be seeing me, and everything will seem better, even if it's just for a moment? When you lay down at night... do you look back and cherish the new memories you've made with me? And when you get up in the morning, does everything inside of you smile, knowing that this will be another day that we'll be together? because that's how I think of you... A A A A A A kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss on the hand means "Friendship" on the nose means "You're cute" on the cheek means "I love you" on the neck means "I want you" in the ear means "Just joking" with two eyes closed means "I am in love with you"

Kiss is not just a kiss, it's something thats so much more. When it ignites every passion inside you and makes you weak at the knees, when youre left sweating cause you are hot but the air conditioner is on, when your pressure rises and youre healthy as an ox, when your mind that was racing is now blank, when the world stops and all you hear are two hearts beating, then youve been kissed with a kiss thats truly a kiss. I can't get you out of my mind, I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you... how good you look when you smile, how much I love your laugh... I day-dream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversation, laughing at funny things that you said or did I've memorized your face and the way that you look at me... I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine... I wonder what will happen the next time we are together, I know one thing for sure, your the best thing that ever happened to me in a long time. Some things in life are either taken way to seriously or not serious enough. So why worry so much about our everyday problems. I mean there is only so much time to be alive but plenty of time to be dead. So live every day like it is your last. Take way to many pictures, laugh to hard and love with all your heart. Take chances... alot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up- and with who, it always ends up just the way it should be. Your mistakes make you who you are... you learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it. say how you feel- always . Be you, and be okay with it. It doesn't matter what any other person thinks. You are the single most important person in my life. One thing I have come to realize is that love is not always happiness. There are tears, anger, confusion, fears, but at the same time there are smiles, laughter, joys, and understanding. All

of those things can happen. That's why love is such an emotional thing. You can feel so many different emotions at the same time. That's why it's so overwhelming. But I know one thing... I would not take back any single thing. Everything that has happened between us happened for some reason. And us being strong and making it through this, it only shows that our love is strong enough to last a lifetime. Her hips maintained a divinely sensuous sway. Even when her mind was far from love, when she stiffened, clenched and protested against love, it was always loveall its forms, its intoxications, its intensity which animated and, so to speak modulated that elect body. There was not an attitude, not a gesture, not a shiver, not a crease of her dress, not a ripple of her hair which did not cry out of love, which did not ooze love, which did not lavish love on all the beings and things around her. I certainly didn't tell anyone; I didn't advertise that I was doing this, but I didn't necessarily also make sure no one could see that I was injured. In fact, I felt proud of it; I felt good about it. It was like a battle scar: it proved that I had been grievously wounded and survived. When I hid my scars, I did so because I didn't want anyone to think I was a basket case or a mental case and to look down on me or to pity me or to stop hanging out with meleave me because they couldn't. handle me... I never regret anything that has happened to me in my life, wether it is making a bad choice, deciding to do something I shouldnt have, saying the wrong thing or not doing something I should have done...because all of these things have given me the knowledge I have today and helped make me who I am today... and that is one thing I will never regret. You know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster for the first time? Or you're going too high on a swing? Or you hit some certain bumps on the road and your stomach kinda flips? That's the way I feel when I'm around you. Not all the time, but there's those times when you look at me, or you'll hold me; and I can't even explain it-but that's what I feel. In a world of comparison and conformity, make your own statement. Honor your own truth. Have the courage to be yourself; risk speaking your own thoughts and claiming your emotions. Share your vulnerabilities, tears, doubts, and insecurities; let others experience the real you. Have the courage to be yourself and realize that you are a wonderful person. Once you enter high school things change, some of your best friends become bitches, your boyfriend becomes a prick. Homework goes in the trash; cell phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension, soda becomes beer, and gum becomes pot. Bikes become cars. Lollipops become cigarettes. Lip-gloss becomes makeup. French kisses become sex. Yeah high school changes everybody. Wait for the man who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the man who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the the world when you are in sweats,

who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you. The one who turns to his friends and says, 'thats her...' I've always been the good girl. The girl whose parents that she would grow up and actually become something. But I'm not like that anymore. I never thought I'd drink or snort those pills but I guess I was wrong. Now that I've done it I don't wanna stop. It's like cutting, once you drag that blade across your skin you can't stop. You don't wanna stop. I know you wanted a perfect teenage girl but in reality there isn't one. --- KrazyKristen Best friends hang tough. They don't come with fragile stickers, and aren't easily scared off...or ticked off. Best friends help you out whenever they can, make time for you even when they don't have any, and trust your friendship enough to say 'no'. Best friends are...cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die, good-times-and-badtimes, borrow-anything, tell-you-everything, trust-you-with-their-deepestdarkest-secrets, always-and-forever-friends. When you say I'm beautiful I say "yeah right," but what I'm really saying is "do you really think so?" When you say good job I say "thanks" but what I'm really saying is "I love that you notice." When you say we'll be together forever I say "I hope so" but what I'm really saying is "I hope forever never ends." When you say I love you I say "I love you too" but what I'm really saying is "never stop saying that." When you say that I don't care I say "yes I do" but what I'm really saying is "I care for you more than you'll ever know." I am not one of those girls who spend hours dreaming about getting married, living in a perfect house with 2 and half children, a dog, a cat and a white picket fence, i am not one of those girls who has had their wedding planned since the age of 6 and fantasizes about it every second they get or the kind of girl who spends her whole class scribbling little hearts and kisses all over a peice of lined paper...but i found myself today...writing my first name with your last Never_the_star Sometimes I feel like no one cares. Sometimes I feel like no one is there. Sometimes I want to kill myself. Sometimes I think I need some help. Sometimes I feel like I'm alone. Sometimes I'm in an empty zone. Sometimes I feel like I'm not alive. Sometimes I wonder if I'm deprived. Sometimes I think the world should end. Sometimes I think I have no friends. Sometimes I want to make them see that sometimes I wish I wasn't me... A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll smile at you, but he'll never laugh at your heart. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $8 to see it. He'll call to say goodnight or just cause he is thinkin of you. He'll look in your eyes and tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you'll believe it. smell her hair. talk to her in movie theaters. hold her hand while you talk. tell her shes beautiful. look her in the eyes when you talk to her. tell her stupid jokes. let her play with your hair. just walk around with her. look at her like shes the only

girl you see. tickle her, even if she says stop. when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. let her fall asleep in your arms. get her mad, then kiss her. tease her. let her tease you back. kiss her forehead. when shes sad, hang out with her. let her take all the photos of you she wants. kiss her in the rain... We've finally found our own world, This is our night. We don't have to worry about whether it's wrong or right, Because for once, This is our night. In a few hours reality will creep back into our lives And attempt to suffocate what air we have left to breathe, But before that happens, I'm tellin' you now, This is our night. When the sun finally appears through the cracks of the curtains, just close your eyes, This is our night. And when a week has passed, and you're wishin' you were back there, just remember, This is our night. Life is for having fun. Don't be stupid and waste it on some guy/girl who is gonna act like he/she hates you tomorrow. Never waste it on some one who doesn't want their friends to know they're in love with you. Don't give that person the rest of you tears or a month or a year of your life when he/she treats you badly and doesn't mind to make you cry. Every person deserves some one who wants to brag about them. Every person deserves some one who makes them smile and laugh at their worst moments. We all deserve at least that. There's something that happens to us when we say yes to our painful experience. Not yes as in "Yes, I loved it," but "Yes, this is so. Yes, this happened to me." Instead of "No, I don't want this to be true. This didn't happen to me. They wouldn't have done that." Look at all the energy it takes to say no to reality. When I was ready and able to say "Yes, I was hurt. Yes, my life was damaged by others, now what?" Thats the point when my life started to change. I love how you hold me. I love how you tell me Im beautiful. I love how you look at me funny when I say something stupid. I love how you make me happy. I love how you smile when I see you. I love how you laugh when I say something random, or stupid. I love the face you make when I snort when I laugh. I love how you ask me if Im alright when I cant stop laughing. I love how you make me feel. I love how you tell me I look cute. I love how you like my pajamas. I love how you talk about music for hours. I love how you say sweet things to me. I love how you whisper in my ear when its really quiet. I love how you squeeze me so hard when I hug you. I love how I can talk to you for hours about anything, and you listen, and I listen. I love how we call each other as soon as we wake up. I love how you sound when I wake you up. I love how my dog has more sex with you than I do, just kidding. I love how you want to spend every day with me. I love how you squeeze my hand. I love how you rub my back, and kiss my neck. I love how you lay next to me, and tell me that everythings perfect. I love how everything is perfect. I love how you see the person I really am. I love how you say we are perfect for each other. I love how you make me cry, but not because Im upset or sad, or you hurt me, but because you made me the happiest person ever. I love how I wake up in the morning for you. I love how I anticipate seeing you. I love how you kiss me. I love how I look at the empty space in my bed, and wish you were filling it. I love how I get nervous when I see you, but feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else. I love how my parents love you. I love how you deal with my picky eating habits. I love how you worry about me, and take care of me. I love how you pay for me when we go places. I love how you insist everything will be alright, and make me feel at ease. I love how you keep me

warm when Im cold. I love how you give me weird looks at awkward moments. I love how you stop everything for me. I love how Im important to you. I love how I make you happy. I love how you make me happy. I love how you make sure I stay in line. I love how I only want to be with you. I love how I only think about you. I love how I stop everything because I get distracted and have to call you. I love how you get jealous. I love how you are when you are with your family. I love being with your family. I love how I can see myself with you forever. I love how we talk about being together forever. I love how you think I have cute feet. I love how you tickle me. I love how you get mad when someone says something to upset me. I love everything about you