Test taking is one thing I absolutely hate. But, it prepares and engraves things into our minds. I mean, when you do something wrong or do something embarrassing, you remember it longer than what was normal, right? So if you think about it, it is a very good thing. But if you are like me, lazy and completely blond, then nothing could prepare you for them. Got the natural smarts, yes ma’am! It all matters in the long run… The long run… I know what you’re thinking, whoa Becca, that is deep. Well, yes indeed kind reader. It is totally deep. That is the point! I mean, think about it. That is all we think about lately, “When I am 20, 40, 80…” Exactly. Those are your thoughts. But stay with me. Some say, well I don’t think past 40, well, whatever floats your boat darling! Think about it. We are preparing ourselves for our future. We are forced to constantly think and board ourselves for what is coming. But then, you say it sucks out the fun. That is for opinion I suppose. I mean, to me, planning things for my future is a blast, even though it can have a tendency to get stressful, but it is worth it in the end! So why not have fun? Just something to think about. Love.

Listen to In Your Arms by The Maine.

A little tip, love does not exist. I sincerely agree with this sentence. I mean, come on. We think that love is this fantasy that is butterflies, roses, kisses, and steamy spooning. Well, come on people. After all, this is reality, and reality is harsh, but real. You can’t have your heads in the clouds all the time. If you had your head in the clouds and you were walking down the street, you wouldn’t be able to see where you were going and you’d veer off into the street in the path of a shuttling bus and squash! But I am not just talking about the obvious safety of the physical realm, but the emotion one too. Your heart is a very scared thing. It cannot be taken for granted. It is very fragile. I have given mine away too many times to randoms who come up with charm and good looks and sweep me off my feet for about a week, but then leave me with regret and soaking palms. I guess what I’m trying to say is this thing called ‘love’, is it really worth all of these side affects and risks? I mean, think about it, kind readers. You have all these risks, like being used, feeling helpless, being dependent, is all of that worth the tiny chance that you probably won’t have at love? Why put forth effort if you are going to crash and burn? Just something to think about, just gushing my feelings. Love.

Listen to Your Lover Is Dead by Star