Dust off butterfliy's wing
If you thunk about it from my point of view. If I didn't begin to breathe all that would have been left of me is those videos. The ironic thing about the shoes I wore with my harvest dress...... I also wore with a white dress when I baptized Lily on October 26, 2008.
There is a saying becareful what you wish for. Even my prom dress was a little black dress was a little black dress. If you look closely I wore the same type of shoe. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be in my shoes. I set standards pretty high.
In my eyes I deserve a porshe speedster, Just like the one James dean had. He also died at the age of 24. In "the hall" i saw A movie called East of Eden, never knowing the star was James Dean. Yes, it made a huge impression on me. A very damn good movie dispite where I first saw it.
After I Sit back and anlasy the situation of just a few hours ago, I've come to the conclusion of what made me freak out and beg to move from such a horrific place. It was the image of my own blood betraying me. A sight I never thought I would have to undure since I had already dreamed about it. I think to myself, "my family loves me, they don't want to hurt me." it's what any child would want to think. Yes, it's what I want to say, but actions speak so much louder than words. So, for all of those that also were a witness to my betrayal please be a little patience with me while I recover from another heart breaking truth, I've come so far and feel like I've been pushed ten steps back.
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Showing posts with label Honesty kills the lie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Honesty kills the lie. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Why do bad things happened to Good people?
So what's your type?
That is the usual question a dating service will ask. Basically asking you to stereotype a person that you have never met or looked into their eyes. Fear of being told no or rejected is sometimes what keeps a person from doing what they want most. Well, if you didn't have that fear you would not be human. When I finally did ask for a second chance, I knew that there was no middle ground or maybe. Grey is the color of two complete opposites mixed together, just like pink! If I ever find something that says different, well that person is poorly edumecated. Why would a dating service want to match you with someone who is like you and has common ground? That doesn't make life interesting, it makes it normal and mature! I'm way to young to be thinking that way, my reading level is lower than a 5th grader! I give my highest regard to Andre 3000 for writing every song in that musical he did with his fellow band member in OutKast! "Hey Yeah."
The one flaw I do admit to having is lack of detail. I often forget my life is a book read by all, and where I write from is the heart. It's hard to describe where exactly that point of view sees from and what it sees. Is it from my eyes that are just like yours in that is sees images and shapes of color to form a human. Or is it from my fingers that touch and feel everything? I do not know, I haven't thought about it.
That is the usual question a dating service will ask. Basically asking you to stereotype a person that you have never met or looked into their eyes. Fear of being told no or rejected is sometimes what keeps a person from doing what they want most. Well, if you didn't have that fear you would not be human. When I finally did ask for a second chance, I knew that there was no middle ground or maybe. Grey is the color of two complete opposites mixed together, just like pink! If I ever find something that says different, well that person is poorly edumecated. Why would a dating service want to match you with someone who is like you and has common ground? That doesn't make life interesting, it makes it normal and mature! I'm way to young to be thinking that way, my reading level is lower than a 5th grader! I give my highest regard to Andre 3000 for writing every song in that musical he did with his fellow band member in OutKast! "Hey Yeah."
The one flaw I do admit to having is lack of detail. I often forget my life is a book read by all, and where I write from is the heart. It's hard to describe where exactly that point of view sees from and what it sees. Is it from my eyes that are just like yours in that is sees images and shapes of color to form a human. Or is it from my fingers that touch and feel everything? I do not know, I haven't thought about it.
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