Arsonal*

Love doesn't choose a boy or a girl.

 

Au champ d'honneur, les coquelicots
Sont parsemés de lot en lot
Auprès des croix; et dans l'espace
Les alouettes devenues lasses
Mêlent leurs chants au sifflement
Des obusiers.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we live
In Flanders fields.

À vous jeunes désabusés
À vous de porter l'oriflamme
Et de garder au fond de l'âme
Le goût de vivre en liberté.
Acceptez les défi, sinon
Les coquelicots se faneront
Au champ d'honneur.

WE'RE ALL JUST



IN THE END

 

i have something to confess.

i call myself a tomboy, a punk, whatever. I’ve been calling myself that for a while now, actually. And I don’t really remember when it started, or why. But tonight I’ve been thinking, and I might actually know why. I dress like I don’t care how I look or what people think. And I don’t. Parts of me really don’t care. But lately other parts of me have. I’ve been thinking lately, and I think there are some other reasons. I think that deep down, there’s a hidden reason that I’m afraid to try. Deep down I think to myself that I don’t get boys and I”m not really considered “pretty” because I don’t try. And I think to myself that I can actually try and if I wanted too, and that things could change. And I”m really afraid that one day I’m going to try to change and actually get a guy and it’s not going to work. I wear jeans and loose guy t-shirts because I say I dont care, but I think I really do. I don’t know. It’s the same thing with make-up. I haven’t worn make up, like, ever. I tell myself I don’t wear it because I don’t really care, and I don’t, but, there’s something else deep down, Deep down I think to myself that make-up can make me prettier. And I don’t wear it because I”m afraid to try. I’m afraid to try it and it doesn’t make me look or feel any prettier and I’ll still be stuck with me. It really scares me. I don’t know if this makes any sense, but yeah. I guess that’s why I’m a tomboy. I’m afraid that if I actually do try nothing will happen. I’m afraid that I’ll never be pretty or anything like that even if I do try. So yea. And that makes me really sad because I don’t really have anybody telling me I’m pretty, except my parents or close friends (hey it’s their job) and I know that everyone else doesn’t really have anyone do it either but most of my friends are considered really pretty and have guys flirting with them and then there’s me. I mean don’t get me wrong, I most of the time I actually don’t care at all, but then there’s time like this, when I realize that I AM actually a girl, and that I do really care. and it really makes me mad. And i”ve never told anyone I know this before, yet I can tell complete strangers and I feel ok with that. so if you just read this, congrats, you just found out something that not even my best friends know about me.