Well, that's okay. Be glad for now that you have less experience and enjoy things while life is still easy. Once I was in college I wanted to run out the doors screaming. There was way too much serious air for me, it felt like I was walking into execution, honestly. And really, I'm not sure what I want to do right now. I know I want to get into the video game world, because that is all I really know about and that is all that I really have a huge opinion about. As long as I am not a nosy busybody I will be fine with any job that is likeable. Skills I posess? Hmm. I LOVE to argue and debate. I have been told that I should be a lawyer. I might look into that. I can argue for a very, very ridiculously long time.
I'm not one for fashion myself, but actually getting your ear pierced isn't that bad. I am going to get it re-pierced soon, and I'm pretty excited. I like having pierced ears, that the only thing I would want pierced on my whole body. Are you serious? That's crazy. Teenagers need to watch themselves more. Teenagers have no idea how precious life is. They just find everything one huge party and then they lose it all before they even begin to get anything at all. Makes me sad. And yes. T.J. would never attempt suicide. At first I believed it because he was having a REALLY bad time. Drugs, alcohol, and many arguments with his mother, whom he loved very much. But after getting over the whole shock of it, I actually sat down and thought about it. Of course T.J. wouldn't have done that... He was the one who told all of us, his friends, that suicide was for pussies. And why would he kill himself in a damn car anyway? What a ridiculous way to go out anyway. When I die, I want to go with a bang. Unless it is an accident, like he had. And yes, my two great-grandparents both died in old age... I miss them very deeply. It almost killed me when they died. But if you live far away from them and are not close to them, then don't feel bad.
I have a story for ya that might make you feel better. My father walked out on me when I was only 2 years old. Never came back in my life since. His mother, who was very ill and had been begging to see me died back in 2003. I never got to meet her. Sometimes I feel a little bit of a phantom feeling of heartbreak, but... No. Not really. She was never that good to my mother, and not once did she send me once card. Nothing. She never even tried to get a hold of me. Not once. I'll never get the chance to meet her now, but really, I don't mind. I struggled with it for a while, but I admitted that maybe it was for the best and I quit thinking on it.
I don't have a heart of steel, hehe, but I wish I did. I always worry about things I shouldn't. But when it comes to physical harm, I don't care very much. I never cared. I've never liked myself that much. And really, the way I look at life, if you are afraid of getting hurt and bruised, you're not going to live. Life is not a journey to the grave to go down looking pretty and preserved. No way. You need to come in sliding, scraped, bruised, and broken going, "Damn! What a RIDE!" Lol!