Emotions astir..

I am hanging suspended in midair. Like a puppet, my arms and legs dangle loosely. Exhaustion drags down my eyebrows and the corners of my mouth. Darkness flows around the contours of my body, avoiding my skin, It seems that nothing wants to touch me. In an instant, my left arm whips out. My right leg kicks at the emptiness.
All of a sudden, my arms and legs begin to scramble frantically. My lips and eyebrows turn upward, energized. Around and around I twirl until the darkness begins to whirl with me, losing its round shape, oozing, splashing, jetting me forth.
In the soft light of morning, I am born. Dancing through the air, my movements are delicate and graceful. A welcoming sparrow pecks me on the cheek. A butterfly caresses my lips with its wings. Gnats, June bugs, and dragonflies dip down to taste the sweetness of my skin. I am wrapped in wings. It seems that everything longs to be near me.

Well, it looks as if I've been stripped of my last and final sustenance. This may seem petty to some of you, but I ask you to please keep in mind that I am a simple girl and it doesn't take much to please me. I cannot be a cheerleader anymore. My parents have been having job trouble and have come to the conclusion that we no longer have the money to fund such doings. For lack of a better phrase, this dissapoints me and makes me incredibly sad. No offense, to my parents, God knows I love them, but I can't help feel a speck of resentment. I mean, parents are supposed to have it "all under controll". They're supposed to keep a roof over your head and make sure you're happy. I just feel like they've let me down. It's a horrible feeling when your parents aren't super heroes to you any longer. But, I suppose we take on life the way it's dealt to us--it just so happens that I'm not meant to be a cheerleader. Besides, I think I've lost most of my "pep" anyway. I'd rather not waste my parents money on something I can't even do for a living. Ah, I've made myself feel better about all of this. Who knows, maybe I could take up soccer? Or softball?..or perhaps something less strenuous...Professional Ping-Pong, anyone? Only kidding, I'll find something, I'm sure..

Damn this internet. My blog never seems to work properly. >:o

Damnitt. I've had just about enough of this bullshit. I hate to cuss in this thing, but I'm really fed up. I can be whoever the hell I want to be, and I can associate with anyone I see fit. That is not for anyone else to decide. It is my choice, and mine alone. Hell, if I want to hang out with a bunch of schizophrenics into piercing eachothers' eyeballs--a minor exaggeration, of course, but it's the principle of the thing-- I will! Forgive me if I'm more interested in people with a little more depth to them, a little more character. I don't mean to insult anyone, I would merely like to be able to spend my summer freely without any of this chaotic nonsense bothering me. Thank you.

..perhaps I'll write more later once I've settled down.