I'm Emily. :)
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Eighteen years old, Senior @ Granada High School, Cheerleader/Diver, Taken by this amazing boy named Brandon. <3

 

Another random thought…

I really do need to go to bed after this though.. :o

Anyways, I don’t know if this will make sense because I’m tired. But I follow a lot of people on Tumblr, and more than a few go to my school. Almost all of them I’ve always thought were flawless. I would see them at school passing by them between classes, and always thought their life was perfect. I just assume that about people, and I guess that’s not really a good thing. No one is perfect - nothing in the world is perfect. But people really do just put a smile on and act as if things are okay. Which, usually they are. We live in America - there’s not much to complain about here if you really think about it. I mean we have homes, clothes, and food. The things to get us by. But there are those little things that cause us to not feel our best. Maybe a break up, family problems, friend issues, financial issues. No one knows what others are really going through.

Anyways, my point wasn’t really about that so much. It was going to be about Tumblr. I know we aren’t supposed to follow people we know, because everyone just wants to post what they’re really thinking without judgement. I never intended to actually follow a lot of people I really know, it just ended up that way. But reading those people’s personal posts haven’t made me judge them badly, or think of them as weak. I think it’s good to see others’ flaws. I know I’m not alone I guess. I like knowing how people are really feeling behind that smile they paste on at school everyday. It sounds cheesy, but Tumblr in a way has taught me to not judge a book by it’s cover. I’ve learned from reading people’s posts, that maybe if I read other student’s on the inside like I read people’s Tumblr posts, then I would be a little less judgmental towards the people around me - because I would know what they’re really feeling. And everyone judges everyone, even if it’s not our intention.