Masks

Okay, so: this post was churned into action by the writings of my friend. It’s not entirely my thoughts, although I wish I could say that it was.

Do you ever feel like you’re wearing a mask, pretending to be something you’re not? When I started this blog, I was wearing a mask. It got a lot easier once I abandoned that mask, but lately I feel like I’ve been wearing one again.

I told myself that I was blogging for me and not for traffic. I pretended not to get excited each time a post got viewed or likes or whatever. I told myself that I wasn’t jealous of other people for their better blogs, when I actually was. In the words of Park:

He’d thought he was over caring what people thought about him. He’d thought that loving Eleanor proved that. But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself.

– Eleanor & Park, by Rainbow Rowell

And then I pretend that I am jealous but I don’t care and then it all goes round in circles. But they’re not the only masks I wear, oh no. I wear masks of happiness and sadness and coolness and sometimes I even feel like my name is a mask. It feels like my name, but it doesn’t feel like me. I still haven’t found any name that feels like me.

The problem is, I’m not even sure I’m like without being something I’m not. I’m not feisty or confident or shy. I’m just…me.

Things I’ve learnt from Horror movies

Hey, it’s Anna again! First of all, I must apologize for my weirdness in my introductory post. I also apologize for the weirdness in this post, too.

I don’t usually watch horror movies, for the simple reason I get terrified extremely easily, but also because I notice they seem to always have a recurring theme. (I’ve learnt some very important life lessons from films, so pay attention…)

    • People in scary films, are, in fact, idiots. It honestly doesn’t matter if they are super clever or intelligent in the actual film, because if anyone enters a spooky deserted mansion, they will automatically switch to being utter nutcases. Like this-
    • The characters are guaranteed to call out, “Hello? Anyone there?” or something stupid like that. Seriously, the murderer isn’t going to pop out of a closet, wave while brandishing an ax, and say, “Oh, yeah, hi there! Just waiting to kill you in a random closet! Go on, get back to screaming hysterically! Have a nice day…”
    • Some moron will have a handy idea, and suggests everyone should split up. This is a bad idea.I don’t even need to explain this.
    • Hiding under the table/blanket/bed will not make you immune to being murdered, I’m afraid to say. Apologies if I just crushed your hopes.

I’ve been ill all week, so that’s all I can write for the moment. Bye, Anna! x Paint.the.Sky (my blog)

Instagram is a Social Status

Warning: rant in progress.

Instagram is not a photo app. It’s not a photo sharing app. It’s not even Facebook in disguise. It has become a social status.

It’s weird. It is basically a symbol of coolness. People have had it since year six (fifth grade?) . Same for ‘dating’ Ten year olds cannot have serious relationships (by the way, I’m not 10). Girls use instagram to look at pics of boys. Boys probably look at pics of girls.

Agh. Hate. Rant. As you may be able to tell, I am currently a bit annoyed at some people

Sorry, guys. I’ll write a more normal post tomorrow.

Apple xx

Opinions on the mascara & the internet

I just thought that I’ve done quite a lot of makeup reviews and tutorials so today I’m going to talk a bit about my opinions on mascara & the internet. Ok, so mascara is makeup but I’m talking about my opinion on it. Just for the purpose of this, ok? Hehehe.

What do I think about mascara?

Ok, so, there are quite a lot of girls at school who wear tons of mascara and no other makeup. I do not understand it. Sure, mascara is pretty cool and it can look really nice, but not when you wear that much.

Myself, I’d rather wear foundation/tinted moisturiser and have nice skin but have normal lashes than have super long, spidery lashes but horrible skin. All that mascara just looks horrible. I’m sorry. I just need to rant about this.

And what about the internet? Is it a good or bad thing?

I used the internet probably earlier than I should have, discovering the forums on an adoptable website at about 11. I found that being able to be whoever I wanted, in a place where there were people like me was really nice. I didn’t give away any personally details and it was all fine, still is.

Being able to be however you want on the internet is also a bad thing. I’m sure you’ve heard horror stories where a teenager has met up with this person they met online and they turned out to be a creepy old man. These are very serious, but also very rare. If you’re sensible, then it’s pretty unlikely anything bad would happen.

I find the internet is an amazing thing: it can connect you up with people around the world, help you to become a stronger and happier person than you were before. It does have its flaws, like cyber-bullying and anonymity, but hopefully you can tell an adult or responsible person about this and get it sorted out.

So, basically, I think the internet is a good thing!

Tell me a bit about your opinion below and stay tuned for more stuff from me!

Apple xx