I'm seventeen. I'm a stupid teenager with stupid ideas and stupid thoughts encapsulated and sheltered in a nice, pleasant existence.
You can call me Coco.
I'm a full proponent of food. Pomegranate. Television reruns. Zach Braff. Odwalla juice. Marinara sauce. Cover songs. Sunsets. Sunrises. Torrential downpours. Cinema. Fashion. Feminism. Grammar. Swingsets. Lowercase letters.
I fully believe that a good comedic scene [and a subsequent laughter fit] can cure any ailment. Along with a nice pint of Ben and Jerry's.
I am addicted to Facebook.
I alternately appreciate and abhor high school. Yes, it is awfully cliched. Yes, I feel entirely typical.
I have a fear of squirrels.
Knowledge is intoxicating. I spend summers at nerd camp. Yes, it is blessed.
I am nostalgic for fleeting moments. I miss people and ideas of people.
I write crappy poetry.
I'm a bad combination of television characters. Like a mathematical formula. Rory + Miranda + Charlotte + Joey + Pam + Elliot = Coco. Or something.
I watch far too much television.
I believe in karma, and it usually kicks my ass.
This is my greatest joy.
I'm a failure at friendship, traditionally. I have my fair share [read: an excess] of vices. I'm too often conniving and jealous and bitter. I prefer to deem my extremities as "overzealous passion," but I've realized today--although I suppose I should have realized this long ago--that I'm the only person who views them as so.
I can't keep this up any longer, the screwing up and profusely apologizing. No matter how sincere the apologies, they're becoming threadbare. I'm not proud of myself for what I've done, and I can't even begin to come up with excuses. I'm the queen of blame, and I can't even pass it on this time around.
I'm stupid, but I'm young.
And, I think I'll get through this.
Hi. I'm Coco. And I'm a giant dork.
High school is like the training wheels for the bicycle of real life. It is a time for young people to explore different fields of interest and to hopefully learn from their experiences. In coming to terms with my own personal setback, I've learned that I don't need to rely on drugs and alcohol... And I've learned that to overcome life's obstacles you need faith, hope and, above all, a sense of humor.
--Ghost World
Hope you have a wonderful morning [slash] evening. Summer's rendered me incapable of timing. Thanks, as always, for listening.
I'm sorry.
Here's to good friends and overdue epiphanies.
Come visit me soon in my world.
It's lonely without you.
Lots of love,
[C]
1 comment:
Coco.
I decided to check this out, because I saw it listed as your website on Facebook.
Yes, I'm a Facebook addict too.
But seriously, what I read saddened me.
You Coco, are a great person, and you don't give yourself enough credit.
You are smart and kind and caring and one of the best people one could ever meet.
You need to realize this for yourself. Because its true. I wouldn't waste my time telling you this if it wasn't true.
You've always been someone I've looked up to and wanted to be around and, yes, you may make mistakes, but you're human.
The fact that you can admit your faults is a good thing, because it means you're not stupid, but its also a bad thing, because you are focusing too much on your faults, which to me, seem to be few and far between.
You need to learn to be a kid. To live in the moment.
Forget the future, just for a few days. Live. Be stupid. Be childish. Dance around. Run through sprinklers. Go to the pool. Treat yourself to something nice. Enjoy the moment. Otherwise you'll regret it one day.
Wow. This was way longer than I meant it to be, and I hope I'm not overstepping my boundries from saying all this.
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