I’m the most stereotypical teenager you’ve ever met. I spend all my time with my friends. I like frappuccinos and I’m obsessed With my social media pages.
I fell in love with a boy; And, when he broke my heart, I sobbed on the floor for weeks And then dyed my hair blonde and moved on.
I wore a pretty blue dress and sparkly heels to prom. I graduated at the top of my class, President of the honor society, Friends with everyone.
I’m your stereotypical teenage girl. I’m the main character in a Disney channel original movie. I have everything, I think. Why can’t I sleep at night?
What they don’t tell you in the movies Is that when I’m not with my friends, I feel lost and alone. When I was heartbroken, I fell apart. I’m successful, but at what cost?
The stereotypical teenage girl gets 3 hours of sleep a night. I spend most of the night doing work, But I also spend time texting my friends and flirting with boys. When I’m alone with only myself, do I still fit the stereotype?
The blossom floats to the ground It hits so violently all of hell shakes Heaven gazes wordlessly from above, Watching our actions, judging us. One eye follows our every move, Waiting for failure; maybe I'll never graduate Let's wander past old brick buildings
What's the smallest living being on earth? a graduate of music school First class degree won with some leeway but that can't pay for my MOT, no way four hundred and thirty seven quid and 26p to pay for new suspension ball joints and wishbone, wiper blades and an emission test pass grade and now my car has scraped a "pass with defects" I hope someone made a wish as the old bone cracked as they took it to the tip with the entire contents of my bank account I wish I was back home again, scared to answer the phone again but now every phone call I'm praying for a gig.
For nine grand a year I wonder how well she would do in the next few tests if she'd have a long career ahead after a short rest or if she would still be run into the ground, one day kicking the bucket at 90 miles an hour on the M4 back to Cardiff; I recently found she won't quite make it to one hundred. One hundred miles an hour! Such power, so close, but no cigars for me any more - I can't even afford to smoke rollies. When I'm seventy I'll start again whether I want to or not, I need that one lifetime guarantee. If I make it to seventy. Hopefully boredom, rejection and ******* aren't causes of early mortality.
Had the passion of blazing flames. The free-spirited heart of a dove. Debating skills that reached high above. Athletic gifts that even the most talented could adore. A witty personality that was hard to ignore. Smatter than most I've ever known. Reckless with a charm that was hard to condone. Courage that surpassed the bravest. Achieved the highest, and came back the greatest. Friendly as if he had all the love to give. Always smiling, leaving everyone breathless.
Conner binded a small community together before and after his departure.
He may not be here with us to pray, but he can be here to guide us along the way. No doubt in my mind is Conner going to give up so easilly. If his legacy stays, so will he.
He was a blessing to everyone who had the pleasure of having them in his life. Mary and Wendy, the most caring guardians of my friend who passed away two weeks after graduation in a terrible car accident that was devestating. He told someone he wanted to be remembred for something, I hope this surfices ❤ July 9th, 2018