

That Girl. Hey, I'm Kratz. No Kratz is not my real name. It's just a shortened version of the unpronounceable, 11-letter-word, my parents thrust upon me. && the weirdness commences. I am finally 18 and am legally considered an adult. Will I begin to behave like one? No chance, love. A numerical figure means nothing in life. Age does not define who you are, who you’re allowed to be, and what you’re certified to feel. The experiences that someone has been through, is a better definition of how mature a human is, rather then just a numeral. No matter how much I travel, Coventry will always be my home. Barmouth, Wales is my favourite place in the world. The beach is beautifully scenic, it is my pain relief. My rehab. I also love to run on the treadmill, which surprises people. It helps me relieve stress. Don’t mock it until you’ve tried it. No aspect of my life is perfect. I merely live my life without any major ambitions. I have not a clue what I want to make of my life, and that’s just the way I like it. Spontaneity makes life interesting, so why not live for the moment? I have no future planned for myself; I prefer to live not knowing what I’ll do. I love to write, it keeps me sane. It allows me to express myself fully, and proves to be therapeutic. I’ve vowed to emit anything negative in my life, so take your shit somewhere else. I get a lot of crap thrown at me, but I’ve learnt to take it and turn it into something positive. With the help of my family and friends, I am who I am. I’ve discovered a lot about friends and family over the past years. The only ones that are worth it are the ones that have seen you at your worst, and still love you for who you are. I’ve learnt to not care about what people say. I wear what I want, regardless of what people think. Don’t like it? Too bad. I’m Muslim, which stuns people. Although I don’t act it, it does not mean for a second that I’m not Muslim. I know my wrongs from rights, that’s enough for me. I don’t have to justify myself to anyone other then God. Not a day goes by where I don’t thank God for everything I have in my life. I’ve lived a very confused life, clarity is new to me. My caffeine addiction transpired from both my parents. I’ve cut down greatly, although there was once a point where I was never seen without a Red Bull can. I get along with guys easier then girls. Girls make my life harder. I’m Asian, & I know some very amazing people that also happen to be Asian. However, I very much dislike the suspicious Asians that stop to watch you on the street. You’d think they’d be more worried about what their own son/daughter is doing. Time goes by extremely fast, we never get a chance to stop and look at how much we’ve achieved, or what we possess in our life. I try to learn from other people’s experiences as well as my own. The main thing I’ve been taught is to appreciate everything I have, and never to take it granted, not even for a minute. Some people would kill to have what we do, yet we never stop to think how lucky we are. Hold on to the important people in your life. Leave them with love and words filled with kindness. Life can change within minutes, but regret can haunt you for a lifetime. I’ve given up hope of ever finding the right boy. The only boy in my life at the moment is Danny Noriega. Anyone that knows me very well, will know how much I love him. Think I’m just a celebrity obsessed freak? So would I, if I hadn’t spoken to him. He is one of the nicest people you could ever come across. & he knows my name. I go through phases of being fixated on something. It has been Danny Noriega since January. I’m made happiest from the smallest things in the world. I have an opinion on absolutely everything, although I recently learned never to form an opinion on something I had never tried. My parents give me everything I want, whenever I want it, but no way does this make me a brat. Money does not motivate me. A first impression is never enough to judge someone. Nothing is.
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