Just me

Honestly you can't get more real than my first post. 

The only difference between Rosie and me is our names and fears.

 

Rosie's not afraid of sharing thoughts and feelings because no one knows her. 

She's my mask. 

She's a wall for me to hide behind. 

She's just a name. 

I, on the other hand, am someone who fears opening up. It's so easy to let "Rosie" do the talking because she's more confident. 

I'm scared of disappointment.

I'm scared of falling down. 

I'm scared of failing Rosie.

I'm scared of failing Rosie even though I feel like I already have. I promised things to my blog, and I didn't keep those promises.

Rosie was great to hide behind because she's a simple and unique person. She was, in some ways, a mixture of me and the experiences that have influenced me in my life.

In reality though, Rosie's hard to hide behind because she makes it hard to be me.

I like being me, just Hollie. Just the confused and excited girl who's graduating from high school. 

Remembering

I remember him taking me in his arms and telling me nothing would ever hurt me. EVER. He'd rock me back and forth until I fell asleep. I remember the lonely nights. Mom would chill my blanket outside because that's how I liked it, then she'd sing softly to me.

I remember wishing on dandelions. The full ones were my favorite.

I remember playing games and trading Pokemon  cards with my brother. I'd never play Zelda with him, but I never got tired of watching.

I remember Daddy's and doughnuts. I would bring my grandpa, and the cinnamon sugar ones were my favorite.

I remember the first day I met my sisters. I was wearing cheetah print sunglasses that were too big for my face, and an old Michigan T-shirt with a green fish on it. My sister Natalie was three at the time. She was terrified of me.

I remember when having a crush was a big deal. Boys didn't break hearts, and kisses were chocolate.

I remember telling everyone I knew that I had a big mouth because I thought it was an honor.

I remember thinking I was cool. I was the best singer, writer, pianist, and reading poems was easy for me because my poems were beautiful.
I remember wanting to grow up. My big brother was my hero, and I wanted to be just like him.

I remember fires with my family.We'd roast grapes and star-bursts. My sister would wear her cat in the hat sweat shirt, and we'd sing songs all night. 

I remember the first time a boy kissed me, I hated it. First kisses were suppose to be at the perfect time, with the perfect guy, in the perfect place. I remember promising myself I would NEVER do that again

I remember the first time I went on a date. I was wearing a blue and white striped shirt with a mustard cardigan. My hair was pulled back in curls, and I was terrified. What if I make things awkward? What if I mess up? What if he tries to kiss me?

I remember old Christmas's with my family. I'd watch the Muppet's Christmas Carol with my sister until midnight, and then wake up early to watch a Christmas Story with the rest of my family. We'd go through our stockings before our parents woke up, the smell of cinnamon wafted from the pine-cones in the tree.

I remember when Justin Timberlake was going to marry me. 

I remember a lot, but sadly not everything.

Blackout Poetry

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How To Be Me

“Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams... Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I'm two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.” ~Lauren Oliver, Delirium

 
I love things simple. Simple clothes. Simple outfits. Simple dates. You get the point, I'm just a really simple person.

I'm not scared of really anything. Spiders are the absolute worst, and to me it's hard to find anything scarier than that. I guess I don't really watch scary movies though, so go ahead and add that onto my list of fears!


Writing is one of my favorite things to do, but I'm not very good at it, so I usually just keep it to my journal.

Everyone has a tendency to think I'm shy, but trust me when I say that's not true at all. The only time I'm ever really quiet is when I'm in class, besides that though I swear I don't know how to shut up. People who hang out with me learn very quickly that I never really run out of things to talk about. 

I love being outside. If I have the choice to sit inside or being outside hiking, I'll chose hiking any day! It's just so pretty outside, and just perfect.

The piano is probably my favorite thing in the whole world. I love how I can just sit down and play my heart out and not worry about the rest of the world. It's seriously one of the most beautiful things I can think about.

Blues my favorite color, and I have blue eyes, so that's something to be happy about.

I. LOVE. READING. If I could spend an entire day reading, I would not complain.

Long phone calls that are hard to end are simply the best. 

I hate mayonnaise, mustard, unmade beds, messy rooms/kitchens, when people say the word "like" fifty times in one sentence, boys, when people say "your" when they're suppose to say "you're," people who think they know everything, when people spell my name wrong, etc. 


My favorite animal is a dolphin.

I love getting caught in the rain, wearing over-sized sweaters, scotcharu's, Gatorade, watching chick-flicks, laughing even though I have the worst laugh, smiling, shopping(even though I don't like spending money?), boys, building snowmen, singing/playing piano, etc.

That's just a little bit of what it takes to be me!

XOXO

~Rosie

Lonely chairs

  Waiting for someone to come push me

  Waiting for someone to be real with me

  Wishing someone knew how to find me

   Longing for someone to remember I'm        

               waiting here, alone

    Lost in the woods, never to be found

I Hate Being Jealous, But I Can't Help It!

Truth is I'm jealous of Jacky O'.

Her posts are just so real and perfect!

Basically everything I can't make MY posts.

The overall appearance of the kissing drafts blog is adorable.

It makes me kind of hate my blog to be honest. 

There's not been one post she's written that I hate.

I just can't believe how much they relate to me.

Her words are always beautiful, and they make me think about everything.

Life.

Death.

Love.

Me.

Etc.

I don't know how she does it, but she's amazing!!!!

PPPLLLEEEAASSEEE check out her blog if you haven't done so already!

XOXO,

Rosie

Waves of Water

When I look at water, all I can think about is its perfection. It doesn't have to listen to anyone or take crap from the stupid people around it. It just chills and flows on!

The waves seem to go wherever they want. Some follow the wind as its soothing voice beckons them to come with it. Some decide to head on back to shore and kiss the sand. Some swirl in the middle and let life makes its own course through them.

I guess you could say that living the wave life would be simply perfect and calm.

They get to just sit back and relax. Waters' daily agenda consists of going with the flow, soaking up the sun, and listening to the quiet sounds of nature. 

Water doesn't have to go to school and learn about why the cube root of 6,956,345 is going to be important someday! In fact, does water even NEED math? 

Probably not...

Maybe it likes to count the drops the hit it during the rainstorm, or how long it takes to flow to the ocean.

If you had a bunch of ugly people in your face everyday, wouldn't you want to count how many you see? 

Water never stops. When life gets choppy, it smooth’s out it's problems and keeps going, never looking back. 

It never gives up!