EARTHWINDANDFIRE.

other than the fact, my baby brother accidentally brought the digital camera instead of D40, or the fact that i am lacking one whole night of sleep, or that i have been in school since 9am, it was one bloody kickass concert. It literally reminded me of my childhood when everything else was so carefree. ;) whereby ice popsicles would make me happy for like a whole week, or a new babrbie, would keep me occupied for days, maybe even how a pink little tutu dress will get me prancing around town.

so yeah earth, wind and fire, you rekindle that flame in me, you got me, my baby brother, daddy, up off our seats and dancing the night away! Minus the fact that we were amongst the youngest bunch of audience there, i mean they've been on it for like 40ish like years now? Surrprisingly, i boogied the whole night away.

but damn, i headed home, omly to realize i have school at 8 god damn bloody am. Abhors ;/

and today, i woke feeling like crapshacks.

back to life, back to reality.

my dad know's i've been down and blue.

he's taking me out, for dinner.

& earthwind&fire's concert.

reaction-less.

people ask me why i guard my heart. why i spend all this time building up walls. and to them i say; look around, what do you see? … cheating, failed relationships, war, people dying, broken hearts, the never ending problems. being on my own may get lonely at times, but it’s a hell of a lot safer. that being said though; it’s not that i have grown cold. god knows i want nothing more for myself, than to someday be shown that my heart will be adored and cherished forever.

x

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYLOVE. <3

you're 20 now, and we're 11 months.

i'll be here, thru thick and thin sweetkins. <3

i hope you loved that dinner, at mykii.

and tonna drinks for you at walawala.

exciting, much?

ily.

sunday & i am up early.

if you’re skinny, people will call you anorexic. if you’re intelligent, people will call you a smart ass or intimidating. if you’re pretty, people will call you fake. if you’re overweight, people will call you obese. regardless of who you are, what you look like or where you come from; people will always find something wrong with you in order to make themselves feel more comfortable within their own insecurities. the trick; just don’t give a fuck!

you can spend your life thinking about all the ways the world has done you wrong, or you can wake up, get up and make the decision to spend your life making the most out of where your choices have left you living. see, the truth is, we all have the easy options available to us… the quick-fix option, the feel-good fast and forgetful option, the do it now- think later option: drink, smoke, do drugs, have careless sex, live in empty relationships, tell lies and living out of touch with reality… they’re all options. and sure, the highs are so fucking high; the release, the freedom, the excitement; it’s all so glamorous- but the lows we find when it’s all said and done, are the lowest lows imaginable. so do yourself a favor; wake up, get up and don’t give in. don’t damage your future by neglecting the present because of your past; you are precious and important, treat yourself; your body, your mind and your heart accordingly.

and this is what they call life; too many broken hearts, vacant faces and phony people. we are all the same. we are all hurting. we are all searching for something. perhaps it is love. perhaps it is acceptance. but regardless, we are all equal. we are all carbon copies of each other, and as we continue on a daily basis in our own personal struggles and efforts to be different… every day, we fail. and it kills us from the inside out; that we do not stand tall in a crowd, that we do not have giftings, talents or abilities that are better or more fascinating than others. so we spend our days searching for something new, something exciting… we search for someone who will find that one unique thing buried deep down within us, someone who will take the time to search, find and show us why we aren’t like everyone else. why we’re worth it.