My Writing Manifesto

In 2007, I was a 13 year old 7th grader who knew what she wanted to be when she grew up, a writer. From the moment I uttered those words to my teachers whenever they asked me what my dream occupation was, I found my identity. I wanted to be a writer so bad that all I could do at home or during free-time or during lunchtime was write. I wrote stories and poems in composition books and spiral notebooks, I built a world in my head and put it on paper. And when it was on paper it felt more real, and I felt less insane.

I always say that writing and reading helped me a lot during my bullying days. I felt different in my world than I did in the real world. I felt more in control, more at peace. They couldn’t touch my happy place. Nobody could. There was a world that needed me, characters that needed me to listen to them. And my bullies couldn’t take that away from me.

I found a purpose and I was content with it. I found a dream that gave me a light inside my dark and lonely soul.

Everyone in my life constantly says that I make fleeting decisions or that I’m a wish washy person. But, I always stayed true to the writing dream. I never gave up on that dream, and I don’t think I ever will.

I dream of being a published author with a couple many New York Times Bestselling novels. I’m not ashamed to admit that. And I’m not ashamed to admit that I want a Pulitzer Prize, too. For a writer to not admit that would be like an actor not admitting that they want an Oscar or an Emmy Award. I want to be a published poet who’s declared as a modern-day Emily Dickinson. (Okay. So maybe that won’t happen. But, one can dream.) And I want to own a production company and produce and create and write many tv shows, that will win many Emmy Awards and Golden Globes.

I want to write stuff that everyone can relate to. I want to write stuff that are real and true. I want my readers and viewers to identify themselves with my characters. I want to send a message. I want to touch people’s hearts. Those are the best kinds of books, movies and tv shows. The ones that touch people’s hearts. And I know that one day I will make it happen. So, I am not giving up. No matter what.

Never Have I Ever

I read this memoir called: Never Have I Ever by: Katie Heaney. The author hilariously describes her failed attempts at finding romance. It was a good read. I honestly felt like I was having a drink with Heaney and we were sharing our most embarrassing guy related moments. That’s how inviting and warm and funny her writing was.

What I loved most about the book, wasn’t the hilarity of her stories or how beautifully written the book was. It was how much I could relate to the author. I’m 21 years old, a couple weeks away from turning 22, and I’ve never had a boyfriend, a first kiss or a date. But, I’ll tell you what I have had. And that was a long list of crushes from guys in my class, guys I only met for one night, and guys I didn’t have a chance with. I’ve had my heart broken by crushes who told me they didn’t like me because I wasn’t pretty or I wasn’t their type, or my personal favorite: they didn’t want to ruin our “friendship.” And because of the plethora of rejection I faced, I wrote poems in my room about how badly my heart aches or how badly I wanted them.

But, no matter how many times I got rejected I never gave up hope that one day I’ll find someone who appreciates me for me. I just never thought I’d be 21 years old and still single.

You could just imagine what a relief it was to find Katie Heaney’s book. I remember I saw it on All Women Stalk, and when I read the title and what the book was about, I just had to read it. And I’m glad I did. Reading this book made me feel less weird about my nonexistent dating life. I always use to feel uncomfortable whenever someone asked me if I was dating anyone. And when I was a teenager, it felt somewhat okay to say “No, I’m not currently dating anyone.” But, now that I’m a young adult in her early twenties, it feels weird to say that. Like, I just entered some foreign country and broke a social unwritten rule and now everybody’s staring at me like I just ran over a dog.

But, I realize now that all that pressure and anxiety I felt to find a love interest was brought on by myself. ‘Cause I see other twenty-somethings engaging in PDA and I feel like the odd girl out because I have no one to cuddle up with or hold hands with. It’s like there’s some unwritten rule that you should be dating in your twenties, and I’m breaking it (but not on purpose, I promise).

Reading Never Have I Ever made feel okay about breaking that “rule”. Who says that at 21 you’re suppose to have someone or have had someone? Not to quote a cliche that everyone lonely girl is tired of hearing but…I guess…maybe it’s suppose to happen when it’s suppose to happen. It’s just that waiting is probably one of the worst and hardest things a person has to do. ‘Cause there’s this longing, this wanting for something to happen or arrive but society is kindly telling you that it’s not time yet. And you’re just wondering why? But, society isn’t telling you why…you have to figure out the why for yourself…sometimes.

Confessions of a hopeless romantic

“Never expect, never assume, never ask, and never demand. Just let it be. Because if it’s meant to be, it will happen the way you want it to be.”
– Unknown

Love. It’s every little girl’s dream. We can thank the fairy tales and Disney for that. 

Almost all of us are scared to admit that we want to find love. We’re scared to admit that we want cheesy romances like, kisses in the rain, slow dances, carriage ride at night, kiss on the top of a Ferris wheel, slow dance in the rain, mistletoe kiss and yada yada yada. We think it’s lame and embarrassing that we all want that. When in reality, we all want it.

I’ve never been in love. It’s sad, I know. But, I’m hanging in there. I know some day love will find me and it’ll be an awesome story. Maybe not as awesome as pumpkin carriages, a ball, a glass shoe and happily ever after. But, eh, it’ll be my own love story.

It’s just that waiting a long time for something can get antsy and frustrating. There a few moments where I’m jealous of couples standing before me, or I scoff at any sight of pda. Don’t even get me started on Valentine’s Day. I may fake a smile or laugh but deep down the green-eyed monster is getting the best of me. At night, and sometimes during the day – pretty much all the time – I wonder why the love bug or cupid or fate hasn’t coupled me up yet. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not doing something right?

I feel hopeless sometimes. I just need a sign, like finding a penny on the ground, or a four leaf clover or a rainbow across the sky, anything, anything that will restore hope and keep me from giving up.

I know being with someone doesn’t define who I am or isn’t what life’s about. But, love is special, and meaningful. I want to know firsthand what love feels like. I want know how special it truly is.

My problem is that I’m always thinking about it. I keep building this picture in my head of how I’ll meet the love of my life or how my first kiss in the rain would go. I keep going over and over it, like a movie that hasn’t aired yet. My problem is that I want it real bad, so much more than anything. I should just be patient, and wait until it is time for cupid to shoot me with his little arrow. 

Things I’m Scared to Tell You

I read this post by Jess Constable and it touched me. It pushed me to write my own list. I was in awe by her candor and braveness to write such a post – she basically unmasked herself and opened up about the “non-perfect” parts of her life. As a person (and a writer) I want to be able to step out of this perfect façade and be completely real. I’m tired of feeling ashamed of my insecurities and vulnerabilities, and I’m tired of hiding them because I’m scared of rejection.

Blogging should be a place where I can be myself and not be ashamed of what I share. Last year, if I had stumbled across this post I would’ve been too chicken to do my own. But, I made a promise to myself that I was going to look fear in the eye (every now and then) and challenge it. So, here it goes.

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 I, like Jess, have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I was 16 years old when my doctor told me about it. At first, the news scared me into getting fit and changing my dietary habits. The doctor had prescribed Metformin and it helped control the food urges and the sugar levels in my body. But, then I lost focus and stopped working out, taking my medication, and just completely gave in to the food cravings. At that time I didn’t know how serious PCOS was, but now I do. But, the problem is I feel unmotivated to do anything – not work out or try a new diet or even take the Metformin again. I just wish I did because things can get worse if I don’t.

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 I flunked out of college this fall with a 0.0 gpa. Anything’s better than a 0, right? A zero means you didn’t try hard enough or at all – and I didn’t try at all. I just checked out – unofficially withdrew, and college was the last place I wanted to be in at the moment. Now, when I want another chance to prove to myself that I can do it, no one’s willing to give me the opportunity to (and I honestly don’t blame them). No school wants a transfer student with an average below 2.0. So, at the moment I’m a layabout who surfs the web from time to time applying to jobs. But, that doesn’t mean I gave up on school, I just need to temporarily do something until I figure this debacle out. I need to go school, and someone’s bound to take me, right?

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I want to find love, and oh I’m sure everyone wants to, too (but, some wouldn’t admit it). I want to hold hands, go on romantic outdoor dates with lots of twinkly lights, kiss and slow dance in the rain, and the play fights. I even want the couple fights and the makeup kisses. I want it all. But I’m scared I’ll never find it; that I may indeed grow old and die alone. I know, I know the cliche: Good things come to those who wait. But, how much longer can I wait?

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I’ve completely abandoned facebook because of the resulted jealousy that came with it. I’m a college flunk with pretty much no life and I’m seeing fellow classmates with their statuses about school and their boyfriends. Who wouldn’t be jealous? I feel like the black sheep in the Class of 2012 family. All my old friends are where they need to be to figure their lives out. But, I’m in a lonely dark road not sure where to turn or go from here. Facebook is basically a constant reminder that I’m a failure.

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 My dream is and will always be to become an actress, ever since I was 9 years old. I’ve never admitted that to anyone because of the reaction that comes with the news, so I kept it to myself. I know I should let it go but I can’t. It’s like I’m playing tug o’ war or a wrestling game and I’m sinking my claws on them. I want it too much, but I’m scared that this dream may be holding me back.

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People (mostly my family) don’t understand that socializing isn’t easy for me. I feel awkward and I make eye contact with the ground mostly. I have no clue what to say sometimes, and there’s so many awkward silences and pauses. Sometimes I don’t know how to keep the conversation flow moving. There are these few moments when I’m incessantly talking about a topic. I can’t go to social gatherings by myself because meeting new people scares me, and then I’m going to be one of those loner girls who has her head buried in a book. I probably have these weird mannerisms. I laugh when I’m nervous or uncomfortable, just imagine what that looks like.

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 My fear of rejection stops me from even trying.

Here it is. I’m not sure what this post will do for me, but hopefully for you it’s inspiring.