My words are:
Those are the words that describe me; they capture my story in consonants and vowels. Color. The most obvious reason for this word is my hair. Once a bright purple, is now a cotton candy pink. I always thought brown and pink went well together. Color is in my day-to-day life. It surrounds me, swirls around like a tornado, constant and fast, but unlike a tornado color doesn't damage. Color simply enlightens.
Hidden. My thoughts. I hide my thoughts about my dad. I miss him so much, but I give off the impression that I am happy, and I accept the fact he should still be alive. When I just want him back.
Wonder. I wonder at the world. This amazing ball of mush, with living beings moving and creating what we now know as the world. I wonder how I will survive when the real world comes. I think this video describes my worries perfectly.
Rhett and Link's Graduation SongLost. I don't know what to do. After my father died, I lost my self confidence. I am lost on how to help myself, but I don't know what others can do for me.
Rebellion. Not in the traditional way. I have not rebelled from my mother. I don't drink, or sneak out, or lie. I rebel by going against what the old south has taught me. I highlight my hair with pink/purple not blonde. I wear dark skinny jeans and black shirts; not pastel shirts and white pants. I wear black eyeliner not foundation...gasp! I am not a Southern Belle, and I don't care. I don't go to public school. I am taught by my mum. I don't do loads of homework each night; I am building a house to live in. I am nothing like the rest of my friends.
Motion. Moving forward. Moving backwards. Moving nowhere. Where do I move? Forward is the obvious answer, but moving forward means leaving behind those I love. Moving backwards means I am one step farther from achieving happiness (isn't that what we all want?). Moving nowhere is just as bad. You stay still while those around you continue forward. Which one is the least devastating? I don't know yet, but I think it's a bit above my age. I don't have to know yet, but it always helps to think of the future.
What is your story? That was mine. A bit sad, but the truth. I don't want to end on a sad note though, so I will leave you with a video that tickles my mum, and one that tickles me as well.
My mum's video
Where there is tea there is hope
Arthur Wing Pinero