Dealing with, well, stuff

Oh, the joys of growing up. Of looking around you, not really knowing who's your friend and who's not. A lot of people take it upon themselves to act like a friend to your face and are mean behind your back, but those aren't the worst people. At least you know what to expect from those people and you can be careful around them, concealing your words so they don't know about your life. The worst, are your actual friends. The ones who are meant to be there for you to have a girly gossip on the phone too, who bring round pizza when you're upset. Yes, they can be great but also vindictive. They can spite your words, turn them ugly and cruel when they never were, create poison from water. They can leave you out, putting pictures on social media so you can't miss out on the fun through the screen of a phone! They can decide one week you're best friends, you'll always be there for each other, and the next they roll their eyes at your stories and won't reply to your texts. It's funny how people can change and once you see them in an ugly light, it never focus' back to the beauty of them bring blurred under water where you can only see part of them. Those friends who go against you and act hot and cold against your friendship are a nightmare, you can't force them out of the group yet you don't want to spend time with them, or vice versa. If you're blunt and try to talk it out, things become heated and you can't say anything without it sounding vindictive. It is morally hard for anyone to say what they really feel to anyone, many hide treasured secrets where no one can see them and create boundaries so no one sees them for who they really are. Marina and the Diamonds once said 'pick a personality for free, when you feel like nobody' which I think we are all unwillingly subjected too. When we feel upset or sad within ourselves, it's hard to reach out to anyone, especially as a teenager to family, as they brand you as overly hormonal and don't listen to you properly.
I think the teenage years ARENT the worst for parents, but for us. Not even delving into the deep ocean of emotions that are hormones, we have it hard and with each generation it gets harder. The social divisions where only five people, who will most likely end up working at McDonald's, decide if you have what it takes to steams out. You can't be too clever, too dumb, too pretty, too ugly, too showy, too hidden, too expressive, too boring. How are we meant to live? All clones, in the same disgusting trainers, jeans and crop tops? All speaking like we know better than anyone and being rude? How very boring and unoriginal are those people, seen as the princes and princess' at first yet in reality they are as boring as oneself.
I, for one, cannot wait to be an adult. To be able to be free from these stereotypes and get away from school and rules that apply to only a few people. My calender is now purely for counting the days until I go to college. Ah, the life we have to live; a melancholy one at that.
BB x

The Least Hopeful Day

Ah what a time to be alive, a day whereupon we all transform into Bridget Jones; we throw ourselves into fifty tubs of ice cream, preferably of the chocolate variety and listen to sad music whilst trying to keep the tears at bay as we try and take our minds off of our impending and lonely future.
But do not worry! There are probably twenty women or men within a very close vicinity feeling the same way! We must remember to think about the many joys of being alone on Valentine's Day:
no worrying over if your significant other will like their present,
wasting money on a present your partner will most likely forget about
plus there are no high expectations of you on the day, no worries about looking breath taking for your super expensive meal. That is the joy of loneliness; you can sit in your leggings all day and eat nothing but pizza and no one is any the wiser(I hope).
In reality, Valentine's day isn't that important or note worthy. So many worry over being alone and become agitated of not having found the one, be it if they are 16 or 38. But all those people you see, sharing pictures of what they got, most likely being a Micheal Kors watch on their wrist, or a Thomas Sabo bracelet with a bunch of red roses drooping at the side with an array of emojis and a sentence of how lucky a girl/boy they are, are only sharing to show off how much money was spent on them, not to show how much they love each other. If they were truly satisfied with their love, they probably wouldn't share what they got for everyone to see and keep the day to themselves. So don't worry if on this day you are on your seventh episode on Netflix, or have eaten two pizzas, I can almost bet that all of you will, in the foreseeable future, will have someone to share this day with.
I feel like there is too much pressure on these days on everyone, particularly amongst girls whom all like to have the best boyfriend or girlfriend. Why should there just be one day where everyone shows love to people close to them? Let us not forget that today is about showing love to everyone. 
There should not just be one day for this; humanity should choose every day to show love to whoever we please. The government should ligitamtely instil this into all countries, I can't remember the last time I watched the news and heard a happy story. As humans, it confuses me how many see themselves as more impotant than others even though they are made of the complete same things and breathe the exact same air? We all believe in many periods of our lives that we should change ourselves, usually by giving something up , yet we should all really try and be nicer to others. We all have the days where we feel like everyone is against us and hates us and the days where we feel like we are overly loved. I wish every day we could all feel overly loved.
Which brings me back to my point that really, is Valentine's Day that important? Should we really feel like we're failures if we're sat alone reading this blog today? Or should I, whilst writing this, compel myself to believe that I should be at a meal with my adoring boyfriend?
To everyone, Valentine's day can hold certain memories. I am merely a small voice in your head trying to cheer you up on such a woeful day. If you enjoy Valentine's day, then great! But for all those singletons out there, know that we are all here, in the form of an Internet supoort group, though you can only hear my side of things.
Also, apologies for the lack of blogging recently, I have been in a Pretty Little Liiars induced Netflix coma. Never have I been so shocked by a programme. Or scared.
So, I truly hope today you have been happy and had a wonderful day. If you have any pressing issues, comment them and I will happily try and advise you on how to deal with them. But if not. Do not worry, I shall be back with another long ramble very soon.
I am trying to repress the urge of simple signing this blog post 'A'.
sincerely,
B.B x