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you know i wonder the same thing everytime i listen to one of his old songs.

like for serious.

i love it <33

Chapter Two

    A few weeks had gone by, and with every passing day my optimism would fade a little more.  My stomach cringed to the fact that my summer would be spent working at Walmart.  A sixteen year old’s life should be filled with more exciting events.  I checked the mail as soon as I got home from school everyday.  It almost became robotic.  But, nothing came.  I began to get weary.  I wanted to keep my hopes up, but it was hard to do. I began to dwell on the letter I had received.  It made me feel mediocre.  It took in is such a way of dismay. It felt that all who did not get in at all were just hopeless, but the ones who did get in were gods among us.  Where did that leave me?  Every time apathy took over my brain, I turned to music.  I had grown to love this one band in particular.  It wasn’t the kind of music I usually listened to.  I considered myself too old for the Disney stuff, but I loved their lyrics.  I grew obsessed through their words.  Through the notes.  Through the melodies. I found myself needing to know every little details about their lives.  I didn’t consider myself their number one fan, like most teenage girls.  I was just a devoted listener.  They were good looking, yes.  There was no denying that, but there was so much more to them.  Lyrics should tell a story, and the listener should feel as if they are a part of that story.  Only a few musical greats have achieved that, like, Johnny Cash, Elvis, The Beatles and . . . Jonas Brothers.  I may be the only one to recognize their early potential, but I don’t care.  I could listen to “A Little Bit Longer” and “Take A Breath” all day, but the one song that hit home was “Underdog”.  It summed me up pretty well.  I spent numerous hours in my room, listening to them.  I glanced at the single poster I had.  How could such words come out of their minds? 

    School was boring.  It was March and all of the classes were piling it on before the last part of the year.  Why must it all be so tenuous?  Every thing you say in high school can determine your friends, your grades, and your reputation.  I envy those three boys for being home schooled.  I am just tired of this life.  I need some excitement.  I need something new. I need to get accepted.  It was no longer about pleasing my mom.  Now, it was about me!


    I checked the mail the next day.  The delivery woman was running late, so I was left sitting on the porch awaiting the news that it had still not come.  A woman walked up to out little blue mail box and unloaded a few envelopes.  I walked over.  It was as if I was on death row.  Here goes nothing . . .

yo this is awesome.

written so well <33

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