Love Hate Kinda Deal

Have you ever loved something so much that you started hating it? I have. Well actually now that I think about it....... Have you ever hated something so much you found yourself loving it? I have.

My love of my life enemy is none other then......... debate. The class I dread but the arguing I love. Everyone say there is a thin line between love and hate. I disagree. What line? I don't thing that such a line exists. What you love you must enevitable hate. Confusing? Not really, you're just thing to hard... either that..... or you just don't have a brain... there is about a 50/50 shot at which one it is.

Anyway back to the topic at my fingertips, I'm sitting at my mom's desk at 8:41 pm on a Saturday night before christmas and what do i do? I stay at home like the loser I am and do my homework and type my blog. WOW my life is SO exciting! (Note the HEAVY sarcasm.)

As  I sit here doing my debate project/ homework are teacher gives us so that we don't have a life, I find myself going over the last semester of debate. WOW. I have hated it way more then I've actually even slightly enjoyed it. Why am I in it? Answer? I haven't the slightest idea..... well....... maybe it's so I can argue..... and maybe....... because I JUST love our lunch..... My lunch time friends that is. So will go through hell next year? Only if I get to embarras my lover, Gabbi, everyday.(Sorry, I just had to throw that in there to embarras Gabbi a little)

There is no line between love and hate. It's all linked.

I've clearly gotten off topic and don't exactly know what this blog is about. It just gave me a chance to babble.

                           ~ Forever babbling and embarassing,
                                                                 -More Sensitive

Nervous Breakdown? Going insane?

I've never actually seen someone have a nervous breakdown, but I imagine it being ten of my mini-meltdowns added together. Alhough you might think that one out of ten is no big deal, but put it into terms of that I'm a 15 year old freshman in her first semester of high school. I'm about nine semesters of school away from a full on loony bin. 

By the end of my freshman year in college I will have gone completley crazy. Of course, the information I am basing these hypothesis' on is purely my opinion. It's possible I may never go crazy, I might be eighty years old when I go crazy, it couls happen next semester, or maybe even tommorow, but I feel loke I'm on the brink and if the status qup isn't solved the likelyness of the disadvantage being put into action is encredibly great.

Letter to my ummmm.... unnamed source

     I feel like I can never get anything right. No matter how many hours I spend or how hard I try, I'm never good enough. I find it impossible to meet your expectations. I don't know if I can handle the pressure without cracking from the build up. Not only do I feel pressure from english, but I also feel pressure from debate. Although I've tried to push the pressure of debate away and focus on english, it has ,apparently, not been working. I don't have the will pwer to continue to fail. I pride myself on not being weak, but I think a change from my current english standpoint, can only make me stronger. English is making me weak. I don't know if I want to risk the chance of getting weaker..... if that is even possible that is.