When Two Worlds Collide

Hi I'm Jezmaree. And I'm different.
TheAdrianCab

—Unstable

theadriancab:

This is a song about a guy who is pushed to the point of mental instability. Don’t follow in his tracks. Cause you’ll be, you know, dead. Enjoy!

Here’s the lyrics if you want em:

 

I am waiting for a moment
For these thoughts to get out of my head.
And I hope that it may come soon
Or I might end up dead.
Because ideas eat at me
Rotting at my brain.
Ideas hold me captive
And make me go insane.

So please don’t let me go.
I don’t think I could take it.
And please don’t let me know.
But if you don’t then please don’t fake it.
Cause I’m unstable and I don’t think I am able
To take another blow.
And I’m not ready, my mind’s a bit unsteady.
So I’ll just take it slow.

And I have yet to find the reason,
To return to my routine.
Cause without you here beside me,
There’s no one on whom to lean.
And if you’re never coming,
I will curl into a ball.
Or maybe start off running,
And bash my head into a wall.

So please don’t let me go.
I don’t think I could take it.
And please don’t let me know.
But if you don’t then please don’t fake it.
Cause I’m unstable and I don’t think I am able
To take another blow.
And I’m not ready, my mind’s a bit unsteady.
So I’ll just take it slow.

And well maybe I’m over reacting
Maybe I’m over the top.
But it’s hard to be okay when happiness is out of stock.

So please don’t let me go.
I don’t think I could take it.
And please don’t let me know.
But if you don’t then please don’t fake it.
Cause I’m unstable and I don’t think I am able
To take another blow.
And I’m not ready, my mind’s a bit unsteady.
So I’ll just take it slow.

Growing up without a father was a struggle for both my mother and I. Eventually, mom filled in the empty spot in her life, while she left me alone. Junior year, I was introduced to this man. Mmm.. More like transferred into his Spanish class. I didn’t expect much of it until we started exchanging stories about proven stereotypes of our culture. During my junior year of high school, I’ve hit the biggest bump in my life so far. It seemed like nothing I could do would stop my life from going down hill. So, one day, when I decided to end it all, I ran crying into his classroom. At this point, I had no where to go. I had no friends, no one to care about me, nothing. I ran to him, and felt safe from it all. I told him everything that led me to the point I was at, and how I was so ready to check out. He could’ve easily said,”Here’s a note to the school psychologist,” but he didn’t. Instead he said,”You and I both know, that you have a purpose. No matter how ready you are, He isn’t. You’re here for a reason.” After that, he’s been looking after me ever since. He keeps me in check, he makes sure he’s up to date with everything going on at home, and he just makes sure that I’m okay. This man, my Spanish teacher, became more than just my Spanish teacher. And this night, the night we took this picture, I introduced him to my boyfriend. Not as “Mr.V” or “My Spanish teacher”, but what I see him as. My dad.

Growing up without a father was a struggle for both my mother and I. Eventually, mom filled in the empty spot in her life, while she left me alone.
Junior year, I was introduced to this man. Mmm.. More like transferred into his Spanish class. I didn’t expect much of it until we started exchanging stories about proven stereotypes of our culture. During my junior year of high school, I’ve hit the biggest bump in my life so far. It seemed like nothing I could do would stop my life from going down hill. So, one day, when I decided to end it all, I ran crying into his classroom. At this point, I had no where to go. I had no friends, no one to care about me, nothing. I ran to him, and felt safe from it all. I told him everything that led me to the point I was at, and how I was so ready to check out. He could’ve easily said,”Here’s a note to the school psychologist,” but he didn’t. Instead he said,”You and I both know, that you have a purpose. No matter how ready you are, He isn’t. You’re here for a reason.” After that, he’s been looking after me ever since. He keeps me in check, he makes sure he’s up to date with everything going on at home, and he just makes sure that I’m okay. This man, my Spanish teacher, became more than just my Spanish teacher. And this night, the night we took this picture, I introduced him to my boyfriend. Not as “Mr.V” or “My Spanish teacher”, but what I see him as. My dad.

Patriot Born. Patriot Pride.

These are the final weeks of being a high school student. Nbd? I’ve always loved my school despite what people thought about it, but today… Today was when I realized what being a “Hoover Patriot” truly meant.

Senior meetings started today. None of us expected much out of it. Not until the campus culture director introduced Stu Kabe to us. He talked to us, did fun activities with us, and got really personal with each and every one of us.

What really got to me was the end of the meeting. The part Stu had no control over. He started it, but he didnt make us do what we did. We were given pieces of yarn to tie on people’s wrists, and tell them something we’ve always wanted to tell them. TEARS EVERYWHERE. I honestly didn’t think I’d cry. I mean, I don’t really care much about anyone. And then I started getting apologies, and the “I really miss you”. Most of these people I don’t even look at and smile to anymore. All I thought was “they thought about me? They really wanted to apologize… To me?”. I really wasn’t expecting to get as many peices of yarn as I did. It was great. For once everyone was smiling and getting along with everyone.

What showed me how great this meeting was, was when a guy I had a crush on in the 7th grade, who is now the star quarterback of our football team and very well known to the student body, waited in line to say,”Hey Jezmaree? I just wanted to say I’m sorry. A really long time ago I said some mean things about you, and I’ve felt bad about it for the longest time,” and then hugged me. I haven’t talked to him since the 7th grade, and I’ve hated him this whole time. I didn’t realize how much I needed that apology.
The point is, I heard a lot of good things said to me today, but the fact that he did that made me realize that I probably wouldn’t have gotten an apology from people that said mean things to me at the school I started out at. I’ve never felt so much love in one gym before. I’ve never seen the campus culture director cry so much because I thanked her for being such a great mother figure to me. I’ve never seen so many hearts touched by a simple apology or an “I miss you.” I would have never gotten any of that if I were anywhere else. See, being a “Hoover Patriot” doesn’t have anything to do with what we’re good or bad at. It has nothing to do with the kinds of students that go there. It has nothing to do with what side of town we’re on. It’s about the heart we have, and the amount of love we have for everyone regardless of who they are. We are proud to be Patriots for no reason at all. We are proud simply because of how much school spirit we have. I love my school. I love my class. I may not love everyone there, but I am so grateful to have met them, and to be part of Hoover High School’s graduating class of 2013.

Need senior pictures??

Need senior pictures??

Today’s shoot! Helping Katie out with her flyers for senior pictures! Facebook: SportsPoint Photography

Today’s shoot! Helping Katie out with her flyers for senior pictures!

Facebook: SportsPoint Photography
Ladies and Gentlemen, President Daniel Lee! Oh, and thats……me……………..

Ladies and Gentlemen, President Daniel Lee! Oh, and thats……me……………..

Jennifer Truong. Oh ,Fer…. oh yeah. I went there. I can call you that. I’m technically family. I invite myself to your house all the time. I even share the hate towards your little brother and your mom smiles at me WHILE she yells at me. Fair game? You really are the best friend I have ever had. You seriously have never failed me. When I need you, you’re here. When I need something, you provide it. When I’m sad, you become the biggest douche to make me feel better. And sometimes I feel like you’re more excited about events in my life than I am. Which is nice. I could use that every now and then. It’s funny, you know?..the fact that we can be so smart in helping each other out.. But when I comes to food and shopping.. We make the dumbest decisions. High school is ending soon.. I can’t wait to watch you graduate, and look for you watching me from the stands. Stands? I mean.. In the Savemart Center, where you sit, do you call them “stands”? Sure. Whatever. I’m going to miss you so much when you go off for college. But I know.. You’re just a FaceTime call away. It’s so weird how insensitive we are. I mean, we’re girls.. Remember that one time when you and someone broke up? I didn’t hug you to comfort you. I didn’t grab a tissue for you, and tell you everything will be okay. I nodded, paused, interrupted your story and said,”..Are you listening to gangster rap? Why the hell are you listening to gangster rap?” BAM. Instantly laughing. Remember when I was mad at an Ex? You didn’t tell me that he’s not worth being mad over or that I’m better than he is. You said,”Well, he looks like he’d have a small penis anyways.” BAM. Instantly agreed. JK. Obviously, I felt better. I just want to thank you for everything. I’m not in the best mood right now, and you know that. I just really appreciate all you do. So thank you. Thank you for being so understanding. Thank you for being my sister. Thank you for being my laughing box. Thank you for being the biggest intensive douche I have ever met. Thank you for being my best friend.

Jennifer Truong.

Oh ,Fer…. oh yeah. I went there. I can call you that. I’m technically family. I invite myself to your house all the time. I even share the hate towards your little brother and your mom smiles at me WHILE she yells at me. Fair game?

You really are the best friend I have ever had. You seriously have never failed me. When I need you, you’re here. When I need something, you provide it. When I’m sad, you become the biggest douche to make me feel better. And sometimes I feel like you’re more excited about events in my life than I am. Which is nice. I could use that every now and then. It’s funny, you know?..the fact that we can be so smart in helping each other out.. But when I comes to food and shopping.. We make the dumbest decisions. High school is ending soon.. I can’t wait to watch you graduate, and look for you watching me from the stands. Stands? I mean.. In the Savemart Center, where you sit, do you call them “stands”? Sure. Whatever. I’m going to miss you so much when you go off for college. But I know.. You’re just a FaceTime call away. It’s so weird how insensitive we are. I mean, we’re girls.. Remember that one time when you and someone broke up? I didn’t hug you to comfort you. I didn’t grab a tissue for you, and tell you everything will be okay. I nodded, paused, interrupted your story and said,”..Are you listening to gangster rap? Why the hell are you listening to gangster rap?” BAM. Instantly laughing. Remember when I was mad at an Ex? You didn’t tell me that he’s not worth being mad over or that I’m better than he is. You said,”Well, he looks like he’d have a small penis anyways.” BAM. Instantly agreed. JK. Obviously, I felt better.
I just want to thank you for everything. I’m not in the best mood right now, and you know that. I just really appreciate all you do. So thank you. Thank you for being so understanding. Thank you for being my sister. Thank you for being my laughing box. Thank you for being the biggest intensive douche I have ever met.
Thank you for being my best friend.

Anonymous asked: What is the oldest question in the universe?

Oh, anon.. That question must never ever be answered.