MOONBLOG - MY LIFE

I'm not tall. Like, not at all. The last time I grew was two millimetres and that was a year ago. I turned five feet. And stayed five feet. And now, I'm the shortest in ALL of my friend groups. Like the Robins (Al, Mimi, Panda, Ally and Guppy) and the Hummingbirds.  I was not always the shortest. In fact, in seventh I was quite tall. I was taller than Guppy and frequently called her a baby (not so much about her height and more about how she acted) and I used to Panda shorty from the year I met her. I was the third tallest in a group of seven.  That was because I got a CRAZY growth spurt when I was eleven to twelve.  But then in Eighth grade, everybody shot above me. Beth basically became the human equivalent of the Burj Khalifa . Tia was tall enough to become the General of an Army. Ann was fairly tall, so was Lily and Riley. And then the worst thing of all happened. My tiny whiny cute patootie   of a sister became the same height as me. That was after Fiona had ...

I woke up and there was a light I don't know where it came from It just was there. So I sought out to look for it In the puzzling oblivion that is my head I wanted to know where the light lead And then a hundred voices said Keep walking Stay strong You've got this It's not long. I think. I listen, My foot following the light Like a puppet on a string Then the voices changed You're going the wrong way they said I felt a noose on my neck Or was it a mere thread? Turn back Stop that Such a brat  They said. I stopped in my tracks As the voices grew louder And the thread or the noose or the leash became tighter. As the light dimmed I began to see red What were they yelling about? I was doing what they said! I was their puppet. On a string. The red cleared.  My neck seared. My eyes teared When I realised I still couldn't find the light. the art is not mine I got it from pinterest. OKAY! I made this when I was looking into what poems i should do for my school recitation. T...

A whole new world A whole new sea People tell me what to do People tell me what to be I suppose that's fine Cause I really don't know  What to do either I just go with the flow Time seems to move faster Mondays, Sundays, then suddenly Monday again I don't like that but why does it matter? Like time cares about my opinion! My life seems to be getting better And worse at the same time I am dancing on a soapy floor Underneath a pitch black sky... What am I supposed to do Once the training wheels are off? There's this sense of impending doom I just can't seem to shake off. I know I just rhymed a word with the same word What am I to do - I'm just a little girl! But soon I'll be let go into the wild. And I'm scared to lose my inner child. I'm scared, that's plain to see. I've got a manual in a language I can't read. There's a door but I don't have the keys. I see a path and don't know where it leads. I can't believe it's her...

Hey guys.  The reason that doesn't have an exclamation mark will shock you. And I mean rock you to the core. I'm sick. Like really sick. Like it's Monday and I'm sitting on my couch at nine 'o' clock typing my blog instead of going to school sick. I haven't posted last week. So, I'll make up for it by posting Random Things I do #2 See, I'm thirteen years old. And the thing about that is - 'Im a teenager. And teenage years are wear everyone expects you to act like an adult but they'll treat you like a child. But in my opinion, I get why everybody is treating ME like a child. My brain has not matured since I was like, five years old.  But sometimes it can get really annoying.  Because instead of you know, the usual greetings people normally get from grown ups like  HI! How are you?" or "OMIGOSH! How ya doing?" I get How well are you studying? How good are your grades? Is school too hard? And BLAH BLAH BLAH!  There's more to a...

I know most of you are expecting a "Random things I do for no reason #2" but I'm not. Because this is my blog. I get to do what I want with it.  You see, school has been the bane of my existence. I've hated it for as long as I can remember. I'm socially awkward, I say the wrong things at the wrong time and sometimes I'm just plain oblivious. And the feeling of hatred is mutual - school hates me too! Last time I wrote a poem for school - The Land of Silence.  That was because I was in a revolutionary mood at the time and wanted to overthrow the school board and take over my school. The problem is - I'm still kinda stuck in that phase. Listening to "Revolting Children" from Matilda the Musical certainly hasn't helped. At all.  I don't hate school because I get bad grades. I mean - my grades aren't the best - I certainly won't win any awards or anything. My grades are painstakingly average. I hate school for all the reasons everyone ...

      I'm a weird person and that is a known fact. I've been weird since I was a baby to this very moment I'm typing this. Though, as I grow up, I'll probably become less weird. Being weird is well - a weird thing. Weirdness is frowned upon and looks like a decease to a lot of people. But thankfully I grew up on books and shows where the protagonist is as weird as can be! And I learnt a valuable lesson in them. Being "normal" is absolutely BORING ! I'm weird because I'm limited edition! And this limited edition is an ambiverted hopeless romantic bookworm who simultaneously has a very short attention span and is still stuck on shows meant for eight year olds! I HAVE felt a bit self-conscious about not liking the same things everyone else does. At some point, I think everyone has. Honestly, I don't think anyone is completely 'normal'. As a student, I have to sit down most of my day. And I really don't like sitting down in one place. Sitti...