Who is it? It's you of course!! I love my my readers. I want to talk about careers today. What do you want to be? More importantly, Who do you want to be? What do you love? I Love to help people. And one of my classmates said I'm a good listener. I want to be a psychiatrist. I also love to draw and write. I want to write manga. I want to be a lot of things. A mother. An aunt. A good sister. I can be that now, a good sister. But that's waaay down the line. I have goal that I need to achieve to get there. I should take classes on psychology. I want to know how the brain works. And I want to be a psychiatrist for adolescents.
I had just wrote a lot of stuff and it just got deleted! How did that happen. I would write it again but I don't want to waste my whole day writing things just for them to be deleted...
I'll just start on a new subject. The person I was actually going to talk about is my boyfriend. And a few tips I can go over too. But I'm going to tell you about him first. He's so sweet, he writes me poetry and gives me flowers. He's also into manga too, which is very cool. (You can skip this part if you want, it might be too long. Just go to the next paragraph if you want.) But there's a catch that a lot of people would never see coming considering who I am. And my parents aren't so okay with this. He's of a different race that I am. He's black. I'm white. (This reminds me of hairspray when that girl said "I am now a checkerboard chick" rofl) But my parents aren't cool with that. Especially my dad. I don't live with him, so I had to tell him when I went to visit him over the summer. I waited until we were on the way home. So my visit wouldn't be miserable. Him not talking to me. Anyway, he made me make a promise when I was younger. Maybe 9 or 8. Might have been 7. Or 10. I don't remember. I just remember the promise. It was extremely hard. At least he didn't scream at me. But he's not like that. He was just really quiet. I wish I knew what he was thinking. It's not bad. It's not a sin. I don't believe it is. But let's get back to the important one here. His name is Hakeem. But a lot of people don't like the fact that we go out. It has been 4 months yesterday. But this is how it started. I was friends with a friend of his. Then I stared to be friends with two of his other friends. I still didn't know him. But one of his friends told me he liked me and stuff. She lived right next to him. So they were best friends. She was also my friend last year too so she told me that. I didn't like him or even really care who he was then though. But as we talked more, and got to know each other better. We became friends. We talked and it turned out he liked anime. We talked about anime and everything. So I started to crush on him. No, he wasn't really that cute, but he was cool. I actually started to think he was cute then. Then around February or March he told me he had feelings for me and everything. I told him I sort of did too. I guess we could have said we went out since then. But actually we didn't. A few months later we went to art camp at camp Greenville. I really liked it. We met this really cool Vietnamese girl. Anyways, we talked a lot there and then we went hiking and painted with this Japanese lady. And then the camp fire was fun. We sang sweet home Alabama. we wet to the back. and no we did not kiss. We had just held hands and made smores and cuddled by the campfire. And it was really cold up there in the mountains. But we left the next day. I broke up with him the first time that day too. I feel really bad about it now. Really really bad. I should never have done it. And I realize now that it was a big big mistake. But anyways, four days later we got back together.This was the time when everyone started to know about us. People would always say that we should break up and one guy I knew said that I could do so much better. But I really don't think so. And why would I want to? When I'm happy right now? So I really DON'T care what others think, and I DON'T care what they say. It was getting irritating that everyone was calling me Hakeem. They don't call me that now. They call me Mrs. Davis. Well, a friend of ours does. And I've know that I'm not perfect and I'm shy and I'm the "goth girl" or whatever. Or I used to be, he actually likes me. And It's always good to know that there are people who care about you.
Now that my really long story is over, you need to stop looking on the outside. On outer appearances. He's not the hottest guy around, but he is nice. Not the coolest, but the most romantic. Don't look for the perfect good looking one. Because they are jerks. I know from past experiences. They are jerks. And they probably wouldn't even look my way. And don't just date a guy because he makes you look good either. You're just using him, and it's not right. And don't have your expectations so high. No body's perfect. Not even Edward Cullen.
Oh and here's a cool quote I came up with that would go good with something I wrote earlier.
"There is only one race, the human race."
I came up with that all by myself. I think it's pretty good don't you?
And I'm not sure If I'll be writing tomorrow. I have church and all that stuff. Bye for today though!!
