if only......

those 2 words could go far beyond any one persons imagination by going completely random. BUT in my mind those words mean my life.
IF ONLY...... i had the heart to tell him how i feel
IF ONLY...... i knew my real father.
IF ONLY......i didn't have those troubles in life as i do now.
IF ONLY....... i was mean and could speak my mind aggressively to those i hate without any hesitation.
IF ONLY... IF ONLY... IF ONLY
i could get those thoughts out of my head and be happy with my life.
IF ONLY.... IF ONLY
i could see my family unite together in peace.
IF ONLY...... she didn't hate me.

my IF ONLY list will go on but its a list of if only. that's what bothers me if only means it has already come to past and all i have now is the future. of "WHAT WILL HAPPEN"

How stupid is this?

OK i have this teacher called mole face well that's what i call him. i know how mean it is and at times i can be racist but sometimes we just cant help ourselves, if you know what i mean?

well here the story goes.....................Once upon a time in a boring school on the planet earth a new teacher to our beloved high school just so happened to pass a sheet around the room. we had to write our names on it so he would know who we are and if we were here or not. temping as it was, haha yes well i did it. i wrote Kate Bobbinton and put my real last name in brackets.

the next class we had with Mole face was extreme. i realised he kept calling my name out in the wrong order of the class role. here i am thinking about it not twigging untill my friend Mildred saw the role latter on that class. WELL as u can probably tell now I'm now known as Kate Bobbinton to this teacher. well it might sound weird and stupid to you but it made my day. :P

quote of the day

"to put a sticker on your heart is to hide your inner beauty"

My first start to the blogging world dedicated to Morgan

OK i kind of find it weird writing on here cause I'm not quite used of
telling people stuff about me well the depressing stuff, i kinda keep to myself
about those issues, but i was kinda inspired by a friend. OK she told me
about this blog she has. where she writes about her feelings and lets
it all flow out. so in class instead of doing work like i should be doing, which
i probably never do anyway i decided to read her blog. well here i am reading
away at this side of my friend i never knew was there. an impossible interest i
had reading her blog i was caught with the flow of her words and everything
intertwined, one word alone had more meaning to me than anyone could possibly
imagine. after reading so many different posts of hers she kept pointing out the
ones she said were depressing. word after word i was amazed by how much i
never knew about my friends feelings and how much we really do have in
common. to me her so called depressing,is a sort of sign of relief
that i personally know someone that has the same opinions about life and certain
people like i do.