xXMidnaGirlXx

Alright, I know a lot of you have been waiting for a long time for Midna's Afterstory to come to fruit, and I thank you all for being so patient. Trying to start a story again is the fricking devil >( BUT I have good news I have inspiration for the honeymoon part of Midna's Afterstory, so I would like some input. Would you rather I share it now, or would you all rather wait until that point in the remake?

Mk, guys, so I normally hate burdening you with my personal stuff. But right now, I have no fricking idea what to do.
There's this guy at my school that's two years older than me. I first saw him about a year and a half ago. I first really noticed him about nine months or so ago. At first, I thought I was just attracted to him because he was wearing a suit. Unfortunately, it developed into more. I've liked him deeply for many a month since, and I simply cannot let go of him. No matter how hard I try, I can't get him out of my mind. And yet, I can't talk to him.
Over Spring Break, I swam with sharks. About six of them, at least five feet long each. I was unfazed. Yet put me in direct conversation with him and my heart essentially stops. I blush and I can't talk. My throat goes dry. Basically, I'm speechless. I know he has his faults; just yesterday when we were taking down the set of the school play, he didn't do anything and was being a useless fuck. But I adore him.
Problem is, I'm running out of time and not being able to talk to him is a huge issue standing in my way. I just need to get close enough to him to get his number and I'm home free. And if anyone is just wondering why I don't just let him go, I can't. It's impossible, as much as I'd love to let go of him. If he were to leave at the end of the year, it feels like my heart would be ripped out. Even if we were just friends, I'd be okay. He doesn't have to love me. I'd never make him. I just want to give him the best I can.
If there's any advice you can give me, every bit is appreciated.

I have returned, my lovelies! Although I don't have everything sorted out yet, I believe I just missed you all too much to stay away Expect some sort of upload over the weekend! (Hopefully )

For now. Scared you guys, didn't I? In all seriousness though, I will be taking a leave of absence; I don't know for how long. I'm not upset with anyone or sad I just need some time to find myself and concentrate on schoolwork and stuff. I've been tugged many different ways, and I need to sort it out.
I won't answer messages or submit works while I'm away; only delete Deviantwatch messages to keep them from piling up unbearably. I probably won't be on Facebook much either, for those who know, or text. Don't worry, I'll start answering eventually. For now, I'll leave some close friends some messages, but I'll keep them short

: You rock and you're always super fun I don't quite remember how I met you, but I'm super glad I did. Even if you kick my ass at making bases

: You are totally like the older sister I never had. I feel like I've been almost nutured by you throughout the time we got to know each other. I always appreciate the ear you lend me and enjoy talking to you

: I know you just got back and I feel like a bitch for leaving XD; I missed you when you lost your internet and I was seriously excited to see you back online And I love that you live in Canada x) Because I love Canada.

: I miss talking to you, like a lot. I remember how I met you when I first entered the JedOct fandom and what a noob I was but you liked me anyway. I still think it's awesome that we live in the same state And I bet you're super busy with college now.

: I am still totally jelly of your ability to go to Disneyland pretty much whenever the hell you feel like it All my envy aside, you've been an awesome friend to me and you're available to chat a lot, which I really appreciate

: Even though we don't talk much anymore, I still appreciate your friendship I remember helping you through tough times, and you helped me become a more nuturing person because of it. I hope you're feeling okay.

: I haven't talked to you in a while and I have no idea why. You're a really cool guy, and things just kinda went off the radar I guess. Hope to talk to you soon

: Good God, where do I start? You are such a sweetheart, really. You have been so nice, tolerant, and supporting, it's amazing. I was honestly shocked when you told me you loved me, and I'm grateful you haven't bugged me about loving you back. But truthfully, I've found that I only love you as I would love a brother. I'm really, really sorry, and I want our relationship to stay as close as we are now.

: I wish I could've seen you when I was in Cali. I can't imagine how crazy it would've been I enjoy talking with you when we do and having a fellow Zelda nerd to talk to is awesome XD

: You are among the coolest people I've ever known I don't remember how we met either, oddly enough, but you are among my closest friends ^^ I need to text you again

(If are not on here and feel you should be, please do say something in the comments and I'll fix that right away.)

As for the reason of my departure, mainly my emotions are to blame. I'm trying to find outlets for my frustration, to hopefully get rid of these strong feelings. I have a feeling that a lot of my friend know exactly what I'm referring to, and I hope you'll understand. Au revoir, Deviantart.

Only 2% of women consider themselves to be beautiful. 100% of model photos are photoshopped in some way. One. Hundred. Percent. How can people keep comparing themselves like this, when they're only comparing themselves to a computer-generated image? At least half of 6 year old girls already worry about being fat. When I was six, about ten years ago, I didn't worry about weight. Truthfully, I never have. Perhaps it's because I've never had to.
One thing I've noticed is, though I shouldn't be, I feel proud when I see that I weigh less than most people. I'm proud to be 110 pounds. I'm proud that my BMI is underweight. But I shouldn't be. I feel guilt for this, but my pride overpowers it. I'm proud to be so thin. The question remains though: why? Why am I so proud to be something that isn't healthy? Why do I feel so joyful when my weight doesn't top 115 pounds or I can stay in size 0 jeans?
I am not anorexic, mind you. I eat every day, just like any person. I just don't have to worry about weight, and I suppose I do have a right to be thankful for that. But I can't fathom the lives of people who do; those who keep track of every pound and count every calorie. And yet I admit, I have mentally ridiculed those who are obese. I suppose I am just another victim of the impossible image of beauty society has thrust upon us.

(I apologize, but I really needed to rant)