I seriously lack motivation.
















-dina

  You know what really blows?
What really, really, blows? 
 
When you're just sitting in bed, watching tv, enjoying some nice strawberry applesauce and you realize....

"Hey...the world sucks."

  There's so much pain and suffering in the world. Way more than my generation is capable of fixing (which is what we're being expected to do by everyone)

  There's only so much that we can do. We're still kids. Act as grown up as we can, we're still kids. Sure we have ideas and, granted, some of them are amazing, but who's really going to listen to us? There's all this pressure on us to fix the crappy economy, stop world hunger, genocides, wars of terror, and everything. But that's like asking us to stop natural disasters.
Completely impossible.

And to all you "omg, we can totally do it if we set our mind to it and try really really hard!" people, no. Just...no. You can't fix everything. Thinking you can do so is entirely stupid and you need to have a reality check.

Lately, when my friends have been coming to me with their problems I can't help but think
 "Oh. He doesn't like you. How sad. Are you currently being raped and are your rights being cut off from you by your government? No? Oh."
It makes me feel heartless, but honestly! Who cares if Johny doesn't like you! You don't need him! GET OVER IT.
Yes, I realize everybody has their own seperate problems and the severity of them depends on the person...but still...
shutup.

I wish the world sucked less. I wish there were more people who cared for helping third world countries rather than the drama of a washed-up celebrity. I wish that more people would listen to those trying to help. I wish everybody in the world would just stop what they're doing at this exact moment, think to themselves,
"What is the purpose of hating and hurting others?"
and just resort to peace.

sigh.
maybe one day.
probably not, but maybe.

-dina.

 So...it's Monday. Why am I pointing out this obvious fact? I don't know. I felt like it. Small talk, perhaps? Even though you can't really talk back...
I didn't go to school today! The bus was about 13 minutes late, I was feeling crappy, so my dad said "whatever" and let me stay home! Sometimes, you just have to love that old man.
 On the downside, I am stuck home with nothing to do but work that I was going to put off 'til next week.
 I suppose I could study for my finals this week, but who studies these days? Pffft, nerds. Who needs to pass Chemistry to be successful these days? Pfft, nobody.

(and I'm definitely not passing my chemistry final)

Hm, this is a bit awkward. I find myself not knowing what to tell you guys seeing as life has sort of just been gliding by, not making any noise. Huh...

*backs away slowly*

*runs away*

-dina.

 Great song. Then again, any song by Ed Sheeran is a great song.

Okay, so, I had a project to do for English and it included reading a world literature book and completing a series of assignments that go along with it. I chose to read The Book Thief (well, I sorta already read it before....but...whatever) and one of the assignments was to write a 20 line poem about the book.
  I chose to write about a certain character in the book, Max. He was a Jew that served in war (not WWII) and I think that his family died while he was there...? I don't remember. I just know that he lost them and he got caught in Nazi Germany and was in a jail like thing for years before one of his old friends, Hans, smuggled him into the basement of his house.
So..um. Yeah. I wrote a poem about him and if you know me, you know that I SUCK AT POEMS.
This one wasn't thaaaat bad so I decided to share it with you guys. (whoever still keeps up with this blog)

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Funny how life works.
At first, there's no one there for you,
Not a single soul.
You're left on this earth all alone,
Having to defend yourself and watch your own back.

You don't need people anymore,
You're done crying for help.
You and solitude are intimate friends.
The thought of family is in the past,
With all your other crushed dreams.

But then, out of nowhere, there's hope,
A tiny shimmering light of hope;
That you won't be alone anymore,
That someone will be there for you,
That you'll finally know the meaning of family.

The tiny shimmering light grows.
It turns into a blinding ray,
Bringing tears to your eyes
As you accept other's affection and declare
"I'm home."

-Dina.
--have a nice day.