This one's for the broken hearted

Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs. -Proverbs10:12

Love covers all wrongs. Apparently it heals too. According to those in it. How many times does heartbreak prove mankind wrong, and yet, we still choose to believe, 'love is happiness'. I mean, from the time we're born, we're taught that love is all you need, that when you fall in love, everything else falls into place. But how can we continuously search for the one thing that tears people apart the most in this world. i mean if there was ever one word that contained such an extreme amount of leeway in the meaning, it's love. How many people see it as beauty, while to another, all it is, is pain. the point of love, is to bring joy, yet no one anticipates the destruction, waiting in the alley. So why is everyone so set on finding it. I mean, sure movies portray it as this amazing shield from the outside world, keeping you from ever hurting again,but we all know movies are fake, right? i just don't understand the point. Who knows, maybe I'm just not as strong as the rest of these fools, but having a broken heart, isn't worth finding love. After breaking it a few times, love doesn't exactly have the same look as it once did. No longer do I have a desire to seek out 'the one'. Perhaps it's just because it's high school though. I'm sure things get better, I'm 'overexaggerating'. I guess a little faith would be a good place to start.

it only gets easier from here.

First post, and I already have writers block. Apparently writing cleanses the soul, and to be honest, I'm almost positive that there isn't one person in high school that doesn't need a little cleansing, so-here goes nothing.

Everything has gone by so fast. It's already senior year, and quite frankly, there's a lot of stuff that i didn't get to do, that i wish i had. Not saying i have any regrets from the last 16 years of my life, just wish i could add a little more. I've wasted so much time harboring hared for people, or dwelling on heartache. You don't realize how little time you have, until you've gone and wasted it. And though I've had a lot of great times during my 3 years of high school, i somehow don't feel like I've accomplished everything i should have, or lived up to my full potential. Keeping in mind that i have one year left to make high school count, i still can't help but feel ashamed at all the immaturity i let poison my life. I'm sure I'm not alone in this, but sometimes i wish people didn't try so hard to hide who they really are, or try to disguise what they feel, i myself included in that. People spend too much time pretending. There is one difference I'm sure of that i feel though,and that's that I'm thankful to have grown up in such a small town. Sure there's nothing to do, but who really wants to go to a school where you barely know anyone besides your core group of friends. I mean, i feel comforted by the fact that I'm in a classroom full of people who I've known all my life. People I've been in elementary school with, watched during REC sports, or shared experiences with. And on that note, i feel it's necessary to thank Lugoff, as cheesy as it sounds, and as boring of a town it is, it has a sense of family tied to it. As the ole' song goes, everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend. It makes growing up, just a little easier. And as much as I'm trying to get over things that have happened here, and fight through the trials of teenhood, I wouldn't have wanted it to happen in any other place. Hope it was personal enough for you.