"Don't Forget Me"

Do you know how it feels to be forgotten? To realize you're less important to someone you love than someone else, and the heartbreak it brings? Recently, I've been forgotten by my own parents and my friends. My parents are far more focused on my older brother, babying him and giving him everything that he wants while I have to do most things by myself. My brother gets pretty much everything that he wants and I'm constantly in his shadow.

At the same time, my friends forget about me. I'm what I like to call 'The back-up Friend'. The person that you go to when you don't have anyone else. Just the person you sit next to in class or in lunch when you don't have any of your real friends there. The one you randomly text when your friends are busy. And sadly enough, I've gotten used to it. But then I realized something...

I realized that I do have real friends. Halsey, author of my brother blog, is definitely real. Sofia, such an amazing girl that I met over the summer, who I suspect is my long lost twin, is definitely real. And they won't forget me, that's for sure. My sisters, two biological and three not, are also real. If you are going through the same struggles as me, stop for a moment and think to yourself, who in your life's real? A friend, a lover, a relative? There is always someone there who is real, even if you don't realize it at first.

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"When The Crusher Gets Crushed"

We all have that someone. Even if you don't realize it right now, you still do. That someone who the mere thought of him/her makes your heart inevitably pound repeatedly, every time you speak to each other you play with your hair, or uncontrollably blush, even becoming anxious and nervous. And all of us have had that crush where it is blatantly obvious that it's there. If you haven't, get off my blog and back to your coloring books because you're way too young. It's going to happen eventually. But what happens when everyone and their brother knows about your crushing and he decides to play you? Then crush you?

This had happened to me two years ago. After four consecutive years of hating this guys' sheer existence, I found that immense hate  evolving into love. And I fell really hard. I evolved myself. I stopped being the quiet girl in the corner who read to avoid any form of contact with other humans to the girl who was so super social, outgoing and who only read in the safety of her own home. Apparently he didn't like that. He asked out another girl, and completely broke my heart.

Instead of crying on someone's shoulder or planning ways in which to kill this girl or break them up, I vowed to stop liking him and let them be. He didn't like that either. When he realized I wasn't jealous or trying to win him over, he stopped kissing her in front of me and started to flirt with me again. Sometimes I had ignored him, sometimes I was a complete and utter bitch, and sometimes I was friendly, hoping we could stay friends. In other terms, I was beginning to send out mixed symbols. But he had started it!

Anyway, he ended up dumping her. But I still refused to let him in. He was too much of an asshole for my taste. He had decided upon ignoring me for a whole year, then when we were out into the same math class, (Mind you I am still in high school.) He decided upon sending mixed symbols yet again. Sometimes, he would flirt, sometimes he would ignore me, and sometimes he would be a total jackass. But I refuse to let him back into my life. Thanks to him I've experienced my first heartbreak, and I really don't ever want to give him the opportunity to do so again...

When the crusher gets crushed, the crusher has but only a few options. One, fight for him/her and never give up on it. Two, remain friends with him/her. Or last but not least, three. Never give him/her the chance to do it again. Personally, I'm a fan of three, myself...but the choice is yours. Heartbreak is unavoidable, but that doesn't mean you can't try to.

"Then And Now."

If you look closely upon the teenage girls in this generation and the ones of the previous generations, the results are distinctively appalling. What in the hell has happened to America? Years ago, in high schools and colleges, 'sluts' and 'whores' were always considered as bad. Now, being one is the normality. Pregnant teenagers back then were frowned upon 'sluts', but now they've sealed themselves a reality show on MTV. Tank tops disguised as 'dresses', underwear in denim called 'shorts', and those fishnets acting as 'shirts' are in every school, practically every classroom, when the mere idea would have been undeniably horrifying to past generations. Though I am a teenager, myself, I am still disgusted of these ensembles most girls have been sporting. Do we desire these people being our future, seriously? Girls that appear to belong in Vegas on street corners and boys with their pants practically around their ankles running for office, patrolling our streets, even saving lives in hospitals. Honestly I'm a bit fearful of the future with individuals like them being our future. Of course, their are those of us who actually do have values and are at least a little bit conservative. I can only hope that somehow the current teenagers reach some kind of new maturity and realize that things need to change. Until then, please pray to any god or science that you believe in (I don't judge!) that somehow the future generation isn't the last...