Hogwarts

So, I haven’t read all the books or read all the movies of Harry Potter, but I know a bit about it. Today, one of my friends asked me which Hogwarts house I was in, and I was embarrassed to tell her that I had no idea. So I looked around for a good quiz today, and I found one. So I guess I should be proud to call myself a…

Hufflepuff!

This is what I got from the website:


Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?

Yep. 🙂

Emily Dickinson

I’m back from my vacation! (which I might describe in another post)

Anywho, I’ve been reading a bunch of Emily Dickinson’s poems. And I am just…shocked. Amazed. Her poems are the best I’ve ever read. They touched me to my heart. One of my favorites of her poems is:

If I can keep one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin,
Onto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

I just really love her poetry. So much that I think we should have an Emily Dickinson Day. In which we read Emily Dickinson poems and have the bestest of times. x3 So, tell me, do any of you read Emily Dickinson’s poems? And if so, what are some of your favorites?

Oh! Also, I made a few banners from lines in her poems.

Determination and Self-Esteem

All my life, I’ve been wondering what my purpose was.
I think I might have found it.
But first, I think I’ll share something to you that I’ve learned.
When you fall, you get back up.
Did you ever ask yourself why?

I don’t really believe in energy. When we get tired, it’s because we’re mentally exhausted and we lost the joy we had earlier. But sometimes, for some people like me, you might lose all your “energy.” Recently, I spent a whole day falling onto my knees and sobbing.
I lost my hope in everything.
On another website, I said that hope was the main center of life. I think I’m contradicting myself now.
It’s not hope, it’s determination.
That day, all those times I feel down, I asked myself, Why did I want to live?
I can tell the answer to that.
I always wanted to be a writer. It’s a dream that I’ve been keeping for a long time. But for some reason, no one I know in real life believes I can be a famous author. Not even my own brothers. But I’m determined to keep trying.
All those times I fell down, it took my determination to bring myself back up. I cared about my little sister. If I fell apart, if I even died, she would be hurt. She would miss me. And, as time passes by, she would forget the older sister who cared about her that the older sister wouldn’t even give up.
Why is it that an inexperienced dancer will keep trying to dance better than all the rest? It can be pride. It could be hope. But you know what I think it is?
Determination. Determination to be the best. Determination that she could prove to herself that she was good.

In my life, I’ve barely had any self-esteem. My brothers thought I was weak and my parents thought I was a nuisance most of the time. Whenever I did anything, they didn’t say anything nice to me, and I though I was always doing wrong. Back then, it was me who crumpled my own dreams. I always told myself that I was horrible. That everyone hated me. That they loved to laugh at me. That I was dumb. That I was horrid. That the whole world wouldn’t mind if I died, not even God.
I believed it all.
I can’t remember how I lived through those years. I forgot. But it included crying myself to sleep every night and wondering if the pain, the torture, would ever end.
There’s always a spring after a winter.
But maybe I died before the spring came.

But, I went on a young writer’s website one day. And about a month later, I went on the forums. That was the most memorable day of my life. They accepted me. And when I showed them my writings, my poems, my own heart, they accepted me. Some of them said they even cried.
Cry for me?
Never.
Or so I believed

And still, all those internet friends I made. I think those are more precious than the people in real life. And I’m sorry for that. But everyone abandoned me in those years that I needed them most, and the Wrimos, all my internet friends, brought me back.
And I changed.
Sure, I don’t have a huge amount of self-esteem. But these people made me believe again. In the world, in the people I know in real life, and myself.
We should seriously give ourselves a second chance, and maybe a pat on the back every once in a while.

So, if you’re in the dumps, then remember that there will always be someone who can believe in you. It’s important. Don’t hurt yourself because the world wants to hurt you. You are amazing, no matter who you are or what you do for a living. Make sure you’re determined to do the best.
Adios.