Alternate Synonyms:

These are words that can be used in place of the word: DIFFERENT

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1.Alternate: arranged or occurring in turns, or seealternative; also, every other (also a verb)
2. Alternative: referring to a choice; also, apart from the conventional or usual
3. Assorted: consisting of different kinds
4. Differing: see distinct, or changing from one case or situation to another; also, disagreeing
5. Discernable: able to be recognized as different; also detectable or recognizable
6. Discrete: see distinct
7. Disparate: see distinct, or incompatibly different
8. Dissimilar: not alike
9. Distant: different in kind; also, separated or far away from, going a long way, or far behind, or reserved in behavior, or distracted
10. Distinct: separate, or readily distinguishable; also, notable or unmistakable
11. Divergent: differing from each other or from a standard
12. Divers: see various (also an unrelated and differently pronounced plural form of diver)
13. Diverse: see distinct, or unlike
14. Eclectic: Drawn from various sources, or see heterogeneous
15. Heterogeneous: consisting of dissimilar ingredients or parts
16. Idiosyncratic: having a distinguishable quality; also, eccentric, or hypersensitive
17. Indiscriminate: see heterogeneous or motley; also, random, unrestrained, or careless about distinction
18. Individual: see separate; also, pertaining to an individual or individuality (also a noun)
19. Kitchen-sink: consisting of noticeably different parts; also, referring to the degrading aspects of poverty
20. Magpie: collected indiscriminately; also, acquisitive (also, a person who collects indiscriminately or chatters, or the bird whose behavior inspires these usages)
21. Manifold: see diverse or various; also, many, or consisting of various qualities (also an unrelated noun)
22. Miscellaneous: see diverse
23. Mixed: consisting of more than one kind (also a verb)

Currently: This was stolen from somebody else's journal and I thought it was good. So i'm using it.

FEELING: A. Happy 
                         B. Butterflies in my tiny tummy
                         C. Loved
                         D. All of the above.
EATING:  Tea and Cookie Dough. I don't care if it makes me fat, it makes me feel good.

LISTENING TO: Fast Car by Boyce Avenue. I saw them in concert and they were really good, so I listen to them all the time. Their music gives me the feels.

HANGING OUT WITH: My really handsome boyfriend who loves me very much and I love him. We're happy.

SMELLING: His really good smelling cologne that he knows I love. 

THINKING ABOUT: My future with him. It looks really good. I see a small house near the city with a little girl and a little boy, maybe a couple cats.. Cats are good. 

Insert name here:

C: for the way you CARELESSLY

cut my heart out of my chest, taking your sweet time

and finishing the deed by saying to me, "it was my pleasure."

O: for the times when I see you in the halls at school.

OBLIVIOUS. 

O: for those instances when I OFFERED my friendship,

my trust,

when I offered you everything I had. 

But it wasn't enough for you.

P: for PERFECT. 

Or not perfect enough. 

Even the journal entries from so long ago

that I RIPPED out to show you I cared. 

I ripped those pages of my sweet, sweet Paris to give you proof. 

There's an alternate word for P. 

PROOF. 

The proof I gave you was never good enough. 

E: for END. The ending of our story. The last couple pages,

blowing away into a deep abyss of hatred and sadness. 

All because nothing was what you had imagined.

Having me around wasn't how you had pictured it being. 

There were no rainbows or Sunshine, no happy endings.

You just got me. 

And that wasn't enough. 

R: for REGRET. Because I regret every single second spent with you.

I wish you could see these words that I hesitate to type with the fear 

of people knowing who I am. 

But these words are worth writing, they are worth speaking. 

I regret the long nights spent in front of your fireplace

and I regret discovering those crazy songs with you. 

I regret the catering jobs, the dreams, the hot chocolate that you knew I would never touch. 

I regret you. I regret us. 

And I'm glad that this was the last chapter of out story. 

Tumblr Lyfe

"Yesterday, I watched the sun touch the horizon.
                In such a way
That even the sky blushed
                And I thought about what I'd do
To do something like that to you."

                   -Anonymous artist on Tumblr.
I loved it so I stole it, even though it wasn't from anyone in our class.
                   But isn't that the point of this class?
To steal from artists we discover from all over the place, to change it up, make it our own...

Or simply leave it how it is. Because sometimes that's the perfect way to steal.

Tumblr is the source of all greatness. 

I find everything there.

And that's where I get most of my inspiration from.

Go ahead, judge. I don't care. 

Love

"I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.

I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine."

This is the poem that you showed me

Because it made you think of me.

And it made you happy,

so I was happy.

And that,

That is love. 

Just a normal Valentines Day in Creative Writing:

I think my Valentines Box is going to turn out really cool. 

But I apologize in advance to all of my classmates for the Valentines you're going to receive.

I tried to make them look nice. 

It's the thought that counts, right?

Valentines Day is so overrated.

The girls are needy.
The guys are desperate for a date.
Me, I just hate the world on Valentines Day.

But I'll admit, sometimes it's nice to have somebody care enough to take you out on a nice date.
Unless they're really creepy.
Then you pull the "my mom says I can't go" card.
That always works.

I was lucky enough to have somebody ask to take me out on Friday the 14th, which is nice.
I'm really excited because I like this guy.

Then there's another boy who I know really wanted to take me out,
but he told me he thinks it's sketchy to have two dates in one day.
I think it's ok as long as you don't have your tongue down both of their throats, personally...
I was looking forward to spending time with him, cause he's my best friend,
But I don't think I've been the best friend he's been needing.

So Valentines Day sucks because people just get sad.
That's how it always is, nobody is ever truly happy.
Somebody always gets thrown down in the dirt, and unfortunately,
it happened to be my best friend this time.

I wish he would just take me out anyway. Be a man.
Rub some dirt on it.

Roller Coaster

Nobody seems to enjoy roller coasters anymore, which I honestly don't understand because without them, where's the fun in life? Big roller coasters, small roller coasters, all kinds of roller coasters, I love them all.

I love the thrill.

And I know there's somebody out there who loves roller coasters as much as I do, I just have to find them.

 I love the feeling I get in my stomach while going down a big drop, throwing my hands up in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs while people stare. But I don't care because i'm having the time of my life. They can suck it. 

Let's go to Magic Mountain, you and I. 

I'll even buy you a funnel cake.... After the rides.

Won't somebody ride a roller coaster with me? 

Crayola Crayons

It starts in Kindergarten with a box of Crayola Crayons, a piece of paper, and an imagination that is endless.

Now, we wonder what we were thinking in Kindergarten with all those silly crayons, all the stupid pictures we drew, but back then we thought we were the most important people in the world and all those stupid pictures we drew were masterpieces. Hell, our parents even hung them up on the fridge for friends and family to see.

 They must have thought we were pretty important then and that we had a wonderful imagination. So, why isn't it that way now? Why does the teacher make us type research papers rather than draw pictures with crayons and why don't we get a nap time, most importantly, why are there no juice boxes handed out? It's like they're sucking the creativity and imagination right out of our heads and I say we change things up.

I say we get an hour or two during the school day dedicated to being in Kindergarten again because those were the days. Those were the days where we could be carefree and not worry about a single thing. The days where we could take our Crayola Crayons and scribble lines all over the paper, sometimes even the wall, and get put in time out to think about what we did wrong.

Man, what i'd give to go back to those days just one last time. Sometimes, I still carry my Crayola Crayons in my backpack just in case I feel like being in Kindergarten again. 

THESE THINGS ARE HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL:

Like the ending of a chick flick where the couple always ends up together somehow, like the cool rain that falls during the hot summer months, not like the rain we get during these sad winter months, I hate that kind of rain. But you already know that from all the times i've told you.

You make me feel like i'm in elementary school again and it's just a little school girl crush, but those are the best because back then I didn't care what boys would think and I let the butterflies flow right up from my stomach and out my mouth without a single care. If we were in Elementary school and I let those butterflies out, they would engulf you.

You make me feel... well, that's just it. You make me feel. I try not to feel anything, I try to keep it all in and block everyone out so they never get a glimpse of those beautifully colored butterflies. But you, you pull the butterflies out of my stomach and you beg for them to engulf you. The way your brown eyes taunt me, the way the ink on your skin tells a story about who you are and what you've been through, it gets me. You get me. And I get you. And we're meant to be like Anna and Christoff, like Hiccup and Astrid. 

Things to do when you're depressed:

• Buy a couple tubs of ice cream.

• Tell yourself how good looking you are.

• SMILE

• Rent a puppy. (801)251-6022

• R------U------N

• Show your true COLORS

• Be somebody's hero.

• PAINT

• Laugh loudly.

• Listen to some sweet tunes.

• Play the piano, even if you suck.

• Eat fatty foods.. A LOT OF IT.

• Spend time with family.

Being depressed sucks and sometimes I get really bad depression, so I wanted to make this list. I hope it helps somebody. And, yes, that number for renting a puppy is real. It's fantastic. 

You had no right.

That was not for you to tell.

You spend all of your time trying to make me feel miserable.

Well you know what I say to that?

Eff you.

You and all of your backstabbing lies, the looks I get from you in the hallway, the way you talk about me to your friends while walking behind me when you know I can hear you.

But I will just walk on and put my headphones in. I'll play songs by The Naked and Famous to drown your devilish voice out, to focus on my happiness.

Because you don't control me. You don't decide when I can and cannot be happy.

So stay away from me and please, rot in hell.