I swear all i want to do is be happy.

just to have something good without thinking it's fake

Mt trust issues are serious...to the point where it kinda ruin everything that ever put a smile on my face.

But then again i cant just not worry..shit like that make you cry yourself a river.

KARMA IS REALLY A BITCH

Don't do something for someone, expecting something in return!

Ever heard that saying?...

Well you should start living by those words.

Well let me tell a little story about myself.

I am the type of person who will give away my ass and shit through my nose, and I do this out of the kindness of my heart, whit a little hope of receiving something in the future if I ever need/want it.

I once went to Wendy's by my old school  and bought everyone food that asked me or was with me.<< not as relevant but just saying

Anyway my point is, it has came to a point in my life where I need like really need something and for some reason no one is there to help. So i start thinking to myself why me? Is KARMA just being a BITCH and just forgot about me? or did it remember me but just remember all the bad things I did rather that the good?

Like wise my questions remain unanswered, But I did learn another lesson and that is God never give you more than you can handle, so just be patient.

Memories don't live like people do!

Dance me if you can.

Lesson

As a child watching movies on t.v, always have a happy ending. For some reason the princess always find his prince and they live happily ever after.
O.K well in reality>> my reality there no prince, I'm a teenager and there will be no ending anytime soon unless i die at a young age, which means i have a long way to go.

Self Explanatory

Every day you live is a lesson learn.

Well today's lesson is:

• Never convince yourself you will tell the truth some other day, do it at the moment.
• One simple lie/misunderstanding can ruin your life...and leave someone hurt.
• Never live your life in the cycle of an eye for an eye, because you will go blind.
• Be cautious of whats said and whats not said.  
   

Scars in a Strange Place

It was 1:00 in the morning and I was laying down quietly. My legs were shivering and my arms folded tightly across my chest. My face mushed against my cousin’s feet allowing only the smell of his cheesy feet to pass my nose. My eyes started tearing up from the breeze coming in from the small holes in the wooden wall right next to the bed. And the sound of the rusty zinc pierced my ears every two seconds. As I lay down, I reminisced about how much as a child I liked sleeping in my aunt’s house. Simply because my cousins were around my age and my sisters were never home. I thought about how much I loved playing with my cousins and telling scary stories to each other before bed.  All of a sudden my memory was interrupted by a coarse cold hand on my leg. Not again I thought to myself. I wondered when this nightmare will be over. A salted liquid touched my tongue, I was no longer tearing up from breeze coming from the hole in the wall. The coarse hand started moving closer and closer to my thigh. I reached for the sheet that was on my cousin’s cheesy feet and pulled it to my face. I started hearing voices in my head “just close your eyes and get it over with, no punk get up and run, maybe you can wait it out and do something tomorrow, no…no I can’t”, All I remembered after the hearing the voices was heavy breathing and hot air in my face. Was it over? The bottom of the hard spring bed where my feet lay wide apart sank, as if a 200 pound man stepped on the bed.

  

                               To be continued!...

Can you imagine living life alone, no one to talk to, no lne for anything...just you.