We don’t need anything or anyone.

I don’t know how anonymous I want to be on here. I know it’ll be virtually impossible to link this blog to my other tumblr and to my identity, but you never know. Some people are just hackers. I understand I have a picture of myself up, but if you don’t know what I look like, you’ll never make the connection.

I reside in the great country of Canada. It really is great. Before the 2010 Winter Olympics, I was a typical teenager living in Canada. I hated it here. The weather is absolutely terrible, and nothing exciting ever happens. Through the media, it seemed as through every other place on Earth (exaggeration) was a million times better. Then the Olympics hit. Of course, I was going to root for Canada. I mean I still had national pride, just not the the degree I have now. When I watched Alexandre Bilodeau soar down those moguls in a mere 20 some seconds and win the first gold medal ever won on home land, I cannot explain my excitement. It was a moment in history that I got a privilege to witness. From there on, there was just incredible amounts of national pride and madness pouring out of every Canadian. I am truly, truly proud to be Canadian. It’s kind of pathetic in a way that it had to take Canada winning 14 gold medals to make me realize how freaking amazing our country is. The landscape is just beautiful, the people are incredibly kind (for the most part) and the unity that we all now possess is extraordinary.

I finished my first semester of university and I just started second semester today. After experiencing the hell of first semester, I wish I tried harder in high school. In comparison, it was a lot easier. Too late now! The marks I received first sem were pretty decent, so I’m happy. High school graduation was incredible. Just the feeling of knowing that all your hard work paid off and you’re finally finished is phenomenal. Walking across the stage was just a blur. When I stepped on all I saw were bright lights, the teacher shaking my hand and grabbing my “diploma”. I did not hear or see anything else. Then I stepped off. I was disappointed because I wanted to know how may people cheered for me. Its every teenager’s dream, okay.

My friends are everything to me. Over the past year, I’ve gone through a lot of ups and A LOT of downs. I can honestly say 2010 was the best and worst year of my life. I experienced so many fun and unforgetable memories, but I also had to endure the roughest days and weeks of my life. I lost someone who I now realize was never my friend to begin with. I also destroyed three of the best friendships I have EVER had. I’m slowly starting to piece things back together. I gave them their space, and just talking to them again about the tiniest things and joking around with them puts the biggest smile on my face. Its the comfort of knowing that maybe things will get better. The comfort of their friendship. The people I grew closer with this year, I hope I never forget them, or lose their friendships. They are part of the reason why I’m always full of laughter and joy. When I’m with them, nothing else matters.

Blood is thicker than water. A saying that everyone has heard, but not everyone has had the privilege of experiencing such a statement. I’m incredibly blessed to say that nothing is more true. Family will always be there for you, no matter what. They were there from the beginning, and they’ll be there until the end. Even though my relationship with them doesn’t go beyond what they see, I’m alright with it. They don’t need to know everything. They make me happy. They keep me together. They will love me no matter what… well unless I chuck a grenade at them when I’m angry. But you know, I don’t got one of those.

Music is what keeps me from going absolutely insane. When my family doesn’t know and I can’t tell my friends, then music will listen. And tell me what I need to hear. Or just comfort me. Its the best friend any person can have. The variety of music I listen to would just be astounding for any person passing by. If you took one look at me, I bet you you could list a whole bunch of genres and artists that would suit me. But don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I listen to almost everything. Except you know… classic, and really intense country. I’m not into that. Definitely not when I’m stuck in a car for 2 hours. Friends. Who needs em.

I think this post is too long, as it is. So I’ll just leave this here. If you actually read this, you’re a bamf and you can get a pat on the back.