17.12.09


[13 Days since my Last Outburst]
My final entry.

I'm not okay.

When I say that I am, I'm lying. I can truly say that when you ask me how I am for the next month (at least) and I answer, "fine" "good" "okay" or "great" that I'm lying straight to your face. Even when I'm smiling right back at you, it won't be my genuine smile. It may seem like it is, but it's not.

It's not okay. Everything will not be fine. Things do not happen for a reason.

"Remember the name...remember any difference I've ever made in any of yours lives (if any)...and remember this dark face that you will see a little less often than you're used to. To everyone I've grown to love in the last 9 years of my life, you will be missed. Yade man Kon (remember me)." - Sasan Ahoraian

I have my ups and downs. I can relive my fondest memories with Sasmanjan, and smile...but there are moments when a jolt goes through me when something seemingly innocent triggers a long forgotten memory. They catch me unaware and unprepared.

I'm at the point that I do not cry during the day. I feel heartless when I watch my mom burst into tears or when another friend cries to me and I cannot cry with them. But I think it's because I've cried so much already and I feel as if me crying right along with them will not help at all. I save my crying for bedtime. The past two nights, I cuddle towards to corner of my bed (where it meets the wall), look up to the ceiling and talk to Sasan and sob.

I've known Sasan for 15 years. We met in kindergarten, as boy and girl of the day. I got a fuzzy lamb sticker and he got a power ranger sticker. I've always referred to him as my "best guy friend" to my other friends. (I've also referred to him as "Jan" in my past entries) I wouldn't see him for 9 months out of the year, but every summer was as if there had been no time in between.

He's been ripped away from our world and I'm not happy about it. It's not fair. I'm a whiny brat and my favorite toy has been taken away from me. But he wasn't a toy. He was my oldest and most loved teddy bear.

WHY HIM? WHY IS HE GONE? WHAT DID HE DO? WHAT DID I DO? IF THERE'S A GOD, WHY TAKE HIM OF ALL PEOPLE? DOESN'T GOD REALIZE HOW AMAZING A PERSON HE WAS? HE BELONGED ON EARTH WITH US SO THAT HE COULD MAKE THE WORLD BETTER. MAKE OUR LIVES BETTER.

Maybe God did realize how great he was. That's what my dad suggested to me. He and my mom aren't religious (dad is semi-jewish and mom was raised catholic but isn't sure "what's out there"), but he said that God must have realized how valuable Sasan was and wanted to be closer to him.
Well HOW COME YOU GET HIM, GOD? WE WEREN'T FINISHED YET.

Sasan has left his mother and father and sister. They aren't alone because there are plenty of people (including my own family) that will always be here for them, but they feel alone. Sasan has left his girlfriend too. She is not handling this well, and who can expect her to? He found true love and then he died. He was athletic, straight-A student, lifeguard, water polo and swim coach, pre-med at UCLA....there was SO MUCH MORE HE COULD DO. He wasn't finished, so why was he taken?

I've decided that I'm done with online blogging. No more xanga, no more blogger. No more posts. The friends I've made are free to contact me, but I will no longer write here. I'm buying a journal and keeping my thoughts to myself and my book. That's it. Thanks for the ride, it was a long and eventful journey. I love you all, even those I've never met. Have a wonderful, joyous life. Be well.

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4.12.09

[2 Days since my Last Outburst]

Luv.
Twu luv.
It's a tricksy hobbit.

I feel as part of the minority
because I haven't experienced "true love".

What's the definition of "true love" anyway?
Is it love that isn't false?
Is it honest love?
Is it love that is the most purest thing anyone could feel?

Is it only romantic love?
Is it only love that is equally reciprocated?
Can it be unrequited true love?
Or is that the anti-thesis of it all?

Do I feel true love for my friends?

Is true love in the eye of the beholder?
Does it change from person to person?
If that's the case, how do people know that they're experiencing it?
Is there a published definition?

Main Entry: true·love
Pronunciation: \ˈtrü-ˌləv\
Function: noun
Date: 14th century
:
one truly beloved or loving : sweetheart
-webster.com

Is it flexible?
Can it be molded to fit anyone?
Is it really all that rare?
Is it really all that special?
Is it necessary?
Do we need it?
Why do so many people long for it?
Including myself?

True love (second definition)
To define true love, would be to ruin it's purity, therefore, It has no definition.
There isn't an example even Shakespeare could describe.

Oh ho ho ho...
being all snarky and smart-alecky, eh?

true love (third definition)
when you would give up your whole world, give up your life, your everything just to make sure that person you love is ok...
A mother would die for their child
-Urban Dictionary online

Hmm...
There are over 9 pages of definitions.

I'd like to experience it
one day
because society makes it important
but I'm content with the many people that I keep safely in my own heart.
There's so many.
Can all of them be deemed "true"?
Or do I need to separate them
and decide which of those I love enough
and which I only barely love?

That doesn't seem right.
My heart doesn't seem to be an exclusive club
and I'd like to refrain from using velvet ropes to keep people out.
Or a bouncer.
No bouncer, please.

Why is it that there is a difference between loves?
True love.
Love.
Being in love.
Te quiero.
Te amo.

I'm so confused.

Can't it be enough for me to have all these people that I can care so much about that I can call it love?
Does any other definition matter?

Why do I need more?
Why can't I tell myself that enough is enough.
Don't be greedy, now.
You have quite a few people in your life
that you say you love
and that say they love you back.
What are you missing?
What is there left?
Why do you get so sad?
Why do you need
that,
when you have so much more?


I do tell myself that.
Just not successfully.

1.12.09

[2 Days since my Last Outburst]

I like the Disney Channel.
I like Demi Lovato.
I like Selena Gomez.
I like the Jonas Brothers.
I kinda like Miley Cyrus.

I like Twilight.
I like all four books.
I like Bella.
I like Bella and Edward.
I like Bella and Jacob.
I like Jacob and Renesme.
I like the movies.
I like Taylor Lautner.

I like The Host more.

I love Harry Potter.
I love the trio.
I love Ron slightly more.
I like Ron and Hermione.
I like Harry and Ginny.
I like Remus and Sirius.
I still don't like Snape.
I like the Epilogue.

I love re-reading.

I like innocence.
I like naivety.
I like that ignorance is bliss.
I liked it better being a kid.

I like romance.
I like hugs.
I like kisses.
I like sex. (or I would)

I like being twenty years old.
[But] I like not having to worry about "adult" things.

Correction. I am a 11 year old kid in a 20 year old's body.
I had my first kiss when I was 12.
Then everything changed.