Well I'm no longer free. There is a girl at my church and I really, really like her. Just like almost every other guy. She is always happy and full of energy and I don't know, but I like her. And we have a lot in common like a love of British accents, writing, books, all kinds of crap. But my life has been different since I started liking her.
You see, we had this church youth thing with dance from people all around our stake (a regional church area. I'm Mormon). I don't like dancing that much even though I am supposedly good at it. And she said she would make me dance. So we did. And I felt some kind of feeling I have never felt before.
But on another hand, I am mad. Mad at the world. For lying to all of us. For making up stuff. You see, mathematics, science, and some (yes, a few) religions are just false answers. Man lives to answer the questions that bother him the most, and if he doesn't find some sort of answer, he will go mad. That is what I believe. Ever since I saw the wonderful, wonderful musical Les Miserables on stage in Houston, I have had a sudden desire to overthrow society. Especially when I listen to "Do You Hear the People Sing" and "Red and Black". I hate the people at my school. My teachers and fellow classmates slam me for my beliefs, political, religious, pyschological, sociological. I have thought a lot for someone my age. They are all stupid. They believe in a face, but nothing more. Same with people at my church. Most of them hate Obama and I want to just burst out and scream that I am a Democrat. I am sick of the horrible way the world works.
So at the same time, I am happier than ever, but I am also sad.
Hormones are screwy things.
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