Carissa's First

I have had this blog for a while now and I figured it was about time I actually wrote something in it, so here I am.

I am always thinking about life. The people in life, the nature of life, the future of life, and the end of life. Actually I am always thinking period. I drive myself crazy with the constant reeling of questions and memories and such. I just wonder why I am here, and why am I the way that I am. You know, like what in my life has formed me into the person that I am? I think about what my purpose is, and if I will succeed or fail in life. I guess to some it's kinda strange for a 15 year old girl to be thinking about those sorts of things, but I do.

That's a good thing to talk about, too. Why don't more 15 year olds contemplate the complextions of life? I mean, in some ways, when they don't it seems like they don't care then, or don't appreciate life. I don't know...I just feel like people anymore don't care about anything. Whether it be school, jobs, friends, family, themselves. It's a shame, really.

I personally love life. I never want it to end, but it is inevitable that it someday will. For my sake, I hope my life doesn't end for a long long long time. Same for my loved ones. Death frightens me terribly. I hate thinking about death, yet I always do when I think about life. They go hand-in-hand I guess. I hate the thought of not waking up one day, not being able to breathe, not being able to see the progress of the world and its inhabitants. Plus, the simple fact that you never know when it's coming, so then you never know what moment will be your last.

Geez, Carissa, first blog and already throwing out the serious stuff. I'll save you from reading too much of my "into the meaning of life" ramblings and give you something entertaining. Well, at least, I will attempt to. Here is what I will do.


Actually, I have decided to wait until tomorrow to do what I was planning on, so you will have to wait until then to read. You are dying right now aren't you? You just can't stand to wait another second to know what I was going to do. You are about to get on your knees and beg me to give you mercy and do what I was going to do. (I really hope that you really aren't otherwise that would be pathetic and I hope you know that I am exaggerating insanely just to be stupid.) I could do that, but I'm not going to. Until tomorrow! Au revoir!

okay, that was uncalled for. bye.