What can be the worst feeling in this world? What is the best feeling? What worries you the most? This is the questions I have got from a friend that he wants me to answer so I will answer them.
So what is the worst feeling in this world for me? Hmm let me think about that a bit, well I know what it is and it is when someone I really trust in betrays me, but don’t get me wrong because I do forgive people but then in the end I don’t trust in them. Well how can I trust in someone that talks trash about me, talks about what I have been telling her/him
Then I can say that one other bad feeling is when you really love someone breaks your heart in to one trillion pieces in two minutes, that is the worst feeling in this world no other thing beats this, because when your heart is broken it takes time to heal it and when you start to think about the thing that made you heartbroken still hurts even if you say it doesn’t it do hurt so much.
It is not so hard when someone dies because you know that they will have it better than they had it alive, if they have some illness. But the memories will be with you and those are the things you will remember. But then nothing can make the person come back and that is really painful. I miss my grandpa so much, I miss my mate that has passed away too.
Then to the next question, what is the best feeling?
Well for me it is three things that is the best feelings, and I will start with the first one it is when you have won something and really worked hard. Those moments when you work hard for something and actually win or get a prize you will always be happy to remember those moments. I remember my last swimming completion I did, I said to my mum that I will take a prize and she just said no you will not do that, but the funny thing was that I did not train as much as I used to but I started to love the swimming again and that made me better. I actually came third and got my prize and then I actually made my best because I think I got a time on 50 meters butterfly 35 seconds something like that. And I had like 40 before that competition, damn I still feel proud of myself.
Then the other thing that I really like is right after you have had some loving moment, when you just are laying there thinking damn this is nice, even if you start to freeze you know you will get all warm because you will be in your lovers arms and hug, and shake of happiness. It is so hard to explain that feeling, when you complete change in your tone when you speak, when you look with a different eye, I can’t explain this better but damn it is a nice feeling one of the best.
Now to the best feeling it still is when someone makes you smile so much that you are not even thinking that you are smiling. You know you are in love and the person is in love with you too, you are starting to plan for the future. Start slowly to show the whole world that you are in love, and there is nothing that can stop you, because if you stop showing it you know you are fucked. You should show the world always that you love the boy/girl you have and always make sure that the person knows that you love it, so you will get the love back and the best feeling will always stay in your heart.
Then the last question what worries me the most?
The thing that worries me the most is right before I know if someone likes me as a person like a friend or like a girlfriend, because I start to think what if he doesn’t like me as I like him. Then I think more about that than on the things that I do to him. But then in the end I never ever notice that someone actually like me and that is bad. If people go in to my brain they would want to leave it as fast they came in to it.
The other thing that worries me is the world situation, how it is. I am really afraid that it will get a world war. I tend to worry about silly things as my friend tells me.
The thing is that everyone worries about things, but they don’t tend to share it with the world and I guess that I am the same. I worry how I look, how people like me, if I can survive the year out.
/ Johanna
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