Doesn’t Mean Anything

I just got off posting a status on my Facebook about how I went on my MySpace profile, because I actually remember my URL better my Email and Password. I went on there how long I haven’t been on there, and it’s been a year or so. I remember when I made my first social network account. At that time I had only one Email account and only a Bebo account. My friends from school were my only friends until I had the nerve to add people I didn’t know and the first person I added was a girl fron Memphis. Technically then that was far away for me. Recently I deleted my account on there and have about four Email accounts that I had made in the paat several years. 

Shortly after joining Bebo everybody switched to the bad reputation website at the time. My mom was the first one to create an account on there. Dad didn’t like MySpace because of the other people, he had heard all the stories of people acting like teenagers and planning to meet up with these teens and finding out afterwards the other people they were talking to was an adult and not a teenager. I understood my dad’s concern, but everybody was switching over and I just asked my mom and she told me, yes. It wasn’t until I turned probably 15 or 16 I made my account and made a second Email account so I wouldn’t get confused and I also realized that everybody had MSN Messager and so that was the reason for that.

I think out of all four years in high school I think I remember Junior year the most. It had it’s good parts and a lot more bad ones too. It was the time of changing the big double doors in the hallways and learning who was on your side and who wasn’t. As much as I hated that year to the core, it helped. I now know I still suck at doing Math that has to deal with money. I remember that it’s not always the kids that are going to talk behind your back. I should have remembered that one. I was hooked to this one guy and then I got hooked onto another one, sadly enough I can’t get over him. I met my friend Fia during my Junior year and she was my first real friend that lived overseas. For prom, I didn’t have a date, but I did get to burrow my friend’s (ex now) boyfriend to walk me down Grand March. A kid I knew from Elementary, told me I looked beautiful, but I didn’t feel it.

I read those comments on MySpace and all of this popped in my head. I’ve never remembered so much in my life at one time. So many memories for that time for me. It was a time where I had friends my own age always talking to me and I felt loved. I learned that some adults will talk you out of things you wanted to do. I learned I fall easily for guys, and I wish I’d forget about every single one that broke my heart. I learned I need to do things on my own, like ask a guy out. I did that in Summer 2008. It wasn’t a date. If it was, it was as awkward as hell. At the end of the year I wanted to get drunk (I didn’t) because I thought the year was both good and bad. Now I know it had lessons and the rest doesn’t mean anything.