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I Remember

Duncan and I at 12 years old.
Duncan, 8, and I, 12, the day we put him down.

I remember waking up

but not what time.

I remember my father crying

but not knowing why.

I remember the drive to say goodbye

but not where we were headed.

I remember seeing him in pain,

but not being able to help.

I remember my parents talking to a doctor

but not about what.

I remember holding his paw

as he slowly drifted away.

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One Year Anniversary of Fairytales!!!

I just want to thank all of my subscribers, fans, and random people who stumble upon my blog while being bored online for all the support you’ve given me. It’s been exactly one year today when I first posted on this blog. Thank you all so much again! I could not have done it without you! (:

– Jenny

Do Wishes Come True?

Okay, so I know I haven’t been on in FOREVER! I’ve been super busy with my senior prom and celebration afterwards (we went to Hershey Park by the way). But now that it’s over, I finally have time to post, which I’m pretty psyched about. :) So, back on topic.



Ever since I was little, I’ve wished. I’ve wished about ponies, about being a ballerina, about being the coolest most popular girl in school, about being pretty and boys liking me. Boys. I think that’s the one thing I’ve wished about the most in my life, so far.

I wish he would like me just as much as I like him.

I wish he would notice me and say hi.

I wish he would give me a flower.

I wish he would ask me to be his valentine.

I wish he would feel what I feel for him.

I wish, I wish, I wish. Man, have I wished a lot. Maybe it’s just the romantic hopeless lover deep inside of me that’s trying to get out, but every time I see a shooting star, or birthday candles, or it’s 11:11, I always wish for the same thing: For someone to love me for who I am and not want to change me except for the better.

So freaking cheesy that it’s melting onto your lasagna dish, I know. But hey, we’ve all got some part of the hopeless romanticism inside us. That’s the reason why I called this blog Fairytales. Because only in fairytales will all your wishes come true.

A while back I wrote an article for my Journalism course last semester particularly about this subject of love and fairytales. And during that time, I was in love. Well, maybe not the kind of love where you want to spend the rest of your days on Earth together and have tons of babies. But the kind of love that was mixed with a little teenage infatuation. Isn’t it the greatest feeling ever? …Nooooo, not really. But it’s close to the real thing. The point of the article was that even though true love can only be found in fairytales and in reality it’s nearly impossible, don’t lose hope.

Now back to wishes, every New Years Eve since I became a high school freshman, I’ve wished, just as the glitter ball in Time Square dropped, two things.

One: That I’d find my one true love this year.

And two: That I would not date anyone for the rest of the school year.

Now, of course I didn’t wish them during the same new year, that would just be contradictory. It changed every new year. However, neither one of them have come true. Now it’s pretty obvious that the second wish I can do all on my own, compared to the first. And this past new years I wished for the second one.

I took some time off, a little vacation, from boys, and it feels GREAT! It used to feel lonely being single and seeing everyone making out at school, so lovey dovey that made you want to vomit green with envy. But now, now, I actually enjoy being single. I haven’t given up on boys, I still flirt with them, I just don’t date them. Now not to sound conceited, however, there have been around seven boys since my last committed relationship where they either asked me on a date, to be their girlfriend, to go to prom with them, or just hook up. I declined every single one of their offers. I just feel like that’s not me anymore. I’m not going to throw myself at boys anymore, metaphorically speaking of course.

And to be honest, boys have wanted me more. All those silly romance novels and chic flicks are actually right, for once. Boys like a good chase, where you play hard to get. Here’s the thing though: I don’t want them. I don’t want a boyfriend at the moment. I don’t want to hook up with anyone. I just want to enjoy life happily and stress free. Oh my gosh, do you know how stressful boys can be? Yes, of course you do. I bet you’re saying the same for girls. Okay, how about this: Do you know how stressful relationships can be? Apparently very. And it’s taken me three and a half years to figure that out.

I used to think when I was little that being single was bad, it meant you’re a prude, or a lesbian, or a prostitute. Man, can you believe how much my mind was warped about relationships or what!? Crazy shiz right there. But being single isn’t about any of that. Being single doesn’t make you any of that. Being single makes you happy, it makes you see the greater things in life that your partner could be holding you back from. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to be able to flirt every now and then with whoever you want. Now that I’m boy-free I can finally enjoy myself. I enjoy the more simple things in life. For years, my life has revolved around boys and I just finally jumped off of the boy-crazed train that never stops.

Now, don’t believe for a second that I’m a lesbian, because I am NOT. I love men, I do. But every now and then it’s nice to jump out of the equation and take a break for a while. I mean, I’ve been on that boy-crazed train since I can remember. And I hated it when it went down hill. The only good times where went it went up hill, and I bet everyone agrees with me on this.

The whole point of this post was to state that I’m finally going to have my wish come true. There are many lessons that I learned from this experience.

One is that it’s always good to take a break from something that stresses you out, even if you love it.

The other is that if you really want your wish to come true, make one that is realistic and reasonable. One that can be reached, achieved. One that can come true. Because wishes don’t just come true in fairytales.

“Fallen” By Lauren Kate.

One of the most intriguing fantasy books I’ve read in a long time. So much so that it only took me five days to read it. It’s one of those books where you read it before bed on a school night, then you lose track of time, and the next thing you know the clock reads 2 o’clock, when the last time you looked at it it was only 11 o’clock.

I cannot wait to read the second book of the series, Torment!

On Another Note…

I am in love with you, Ian Somerhalder!

Could you be any more adorable?

So handome.



Grrrr RAWR! ;F

*Cue dramatic sigh.*

Okay, I’m done with my crazy boy obsession. But who could blame me? Was crazy about him on Lost and still am on Vampire Diaries! :D

I hope you enjoy these wonderful photos just as much as I do. <3

A Boy Embraced Suicide… Again.

Link to first post about Justin: https://jgfairytalesblog.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/a-boy-embraced-suicide/

This is the second time in one week that a boy in my high school committed suicide. This time he was fourteen and one of my brother’s friends from seventh grade.

That’s way too young to die. Let alone kill yourself.

I just feel horrible that I didn’t know these boys, because if I did I would’ve committed my life to helping them save themselves from themselves.

Profound stuff, right there. ^

Saving themselves from themselves.

We’ve all been there before, though. At least, most of us have. And to those who haven’t, I congratulate you on living life the right way. (:

I believe that this is the most sufficient definition I could find, and I agree with it whole-heartely.

Suicide is NOT the cowards way out. If you commit suicide it doesn’t mean that you are a weak or bad person. Everybody encounters problems during their lives that may make their lives hard. But it’s not how bad these problems are that matters, it’s how the individual knows to handle these problems. Some people can’t see a way out other than suicide but that doesn’t, in any way, make them a weak or lesser person. It only shows that they haven’t been taught how to handle their problems in any better way. And that is not their fault.  

Never ignore somebody if they start to talk about ending their life. Most of the time it is NOT for attention. Most of the time it is a cry for help. They are asking for somebody to show that they care. They aren’t doing it to be called a poser or stupid or an attention-seeker or any other shit like that. They’re saying it because they actually DO want to end it…they do actually feel the need to die. And if you just ignore them, how are you going to feel when you find out that they’re dead? Think about it…just try to help the individual as much as you can.

Suicide is NOT a selfish act. You all say that they’re leaving their loved ones behind and hurting them, but that really only makes you selfish. How can you expect this person to continue living through all the pain that their life is giving them? To go through the feeling of being invisible, like they have no one to confide in? To go through feeling like everybody that once loved them has now abandoned them? And to go through feeling that everyday the walls are closing in on them and that everyday they are sinking further and further into despair? Into loneliness and heartache? How on earth can you expect someone to live with that all the time, just to keep everybody else happy? It’s not like it’s their duty to make everyone happy. So stop being selfish yourself and think of the individual for once.

Don’t think that suicidal people don’t care about you. One of the common reasons for suicide is that the individual doesn’t want to hurt their loved ones anymore. And though they know that suicide may hurt their loved ones, it stops the individual from ever hurting them again. Better once than a million more times. And deep down inside, the individual probably does know that people do care, but they just can’t believe that when they’re feeling so down and out. It’s just hard to think that people care about you when you feel that they never seem to show it and they never seem to be there when you need them most.

If you are someone who believes in fate and God and you believe that everybody has a particular time to die made for them, then you should also believe, as sad and horrible as it may be, that suicide is meant to happen. Perhaps the individual is actually MEANT to die at this time and it just so happens that suicide is the way they die?
I really don’t know…I’m just putting down my opinion. I hope it helps at least one person out there.

This definition wasn’t intended to encourage people to commit suicide, I am merely hoping that it will help everybody else to understand a bit more about suicide and why people commit it.

Commiting suicide does not make you weak. Or selfish.

Source: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=suicide&defid=1633718 Continue reading A Boy Embraced Suicide… Again.

Happy Snow Day! How Are You Spending It?

Well, write now I’m spending it writing this blog post. Then I’m studying for my Physics Regents midterm. Then going to the library to help my friend with his research paper and typing it up for him because he’s a slow typer and to him I type super fast!

Now, my question to myself is, why am I spending such a beautiful day inside, let alone studying!!!?

Well for many reasons:

1) I can’t play in the snow. ): Because I fractured my ankle and well, I think that’s obvious enough.

2) My mum would kill me if I disobeyed her. Which I kind of am right now, writing this instead of studying. Which is obvious to everyone that I am not looking forward to it.

And 3) Because I’m a nice person and don’t want to see my best guy friend fail English, my most favorite subject.

I’ll tell you right now though, if I didn’t hurt my ankle and didn’t have to help my friend with his paper, I would be playing in the snow, not caring if my mum killed me for not studying. But you didn’t hear it from me!

So, to everyone, Happy Snow Day! :D