risk.

Would you ever throw all your dreams, all your hope, all of your life out the window for one person?
Would you ever take that chance and give all of yourself to one person?
Would you ever trust another human being with your heart and soul when you know how some act?
Would you ever take the risk of being in love?
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I work in the kitchen
At an old folk's home
I do my best but i too am getting on
I do the dishes but lately i been dropping plates
See as i get older my hands are starting to shake

So mr larkin
See i got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me
She was all but gone
Mr larkin
Dock me my one week's pay
But don't ask me to leave
I can't afford that today

Ten years ago my wife took sick
So i brought her here
My job i quit
I started working for the home
So i could be by her everyday
We couldn't afford the cost in any other way
So

So mr larkin see i
I know she know who i am
Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
It's what i live for it's why she don't die
So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try

I walk to work on route 27
I see the same cars pass everyday
And through all this new england weather
You know never once have i been late

So mr larkin see i
I know she know who i am
Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
It's what i live for it's why she don't die
So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try

I see the argument you're makin'
And i understand you got to do your job
And believe me i know she's turning angel
But you see this woman is all I got

So mr larkin see i
I know she know who i am
Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
It's what i live for it's why she don't die
So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try
Won't you give me this try
Won't you give me this try


~ Mr. Larkin, State Radio
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Shiver.
That explains my life. The way my muscles work now..
I was in a terrible car accident that left severe burns on my shoulders.
I had to get skin grafts. I went through months of painful physical therapy.
Now, my muscles jerk and shudder violently in my shoulders.
On good days, they're only moving in the morning.
On bad days, the rare ones, they won't stop moving. Those are the days when I stay home from school.
I'm ashamed by these wild movements.
I feel guilty. I feel unreal.
I feel like those shivers, those shudders, are a monster, waiting for a chance to be in control.
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How can you act like that?
After all that we've been through?
How can you say you don't care?
How can you say you hate me when you said you'd love me forever?
How can you say you don't need me when I was your everything?
Why did it come to this?
Why did our love be destroyed?
We should've been stronger than this.
We should've survived.
We should've never given up..
Now, I'm in love with someone else.
Don't try to take me back.
You won't win.
You won't succeed.
He's the one for me.
And you know it.
So, don't try to tear us apart.
We have dreams, hopes and promises.
We had nothing to start from, our relationship grew.
You say ours did too?
Liar.
You've always lied.
Yes, we will survive.
Yes, we will be strong.
Yes, we will never give up.

Drinking.

Her breath shows as a lite fog in the below-freezing air, her breath smelling of the sweet whiskey as her hand goes limp, making the almost empty bottle shatter on the concrete. The girl shakes her head slowly and rolls her head to the left, then right, trying to focus clearly on the figure slowly walking towards her. Suddenly, her mind is filled with blood stained images and broken angry faces as the figure steps in front of her, screaming,"Wake up, girl! Your demons shouldn't be where you are!" A shallow smile is drawn upon her face as she leans against the man, pressing her shivering body against his heavy coat. The man stumbles back slightly before embracing her and dragging her to the brick wall and lets her slide down, sitting her onto the barren sidewalk. He glances around before slipping his coat off and onto her. He sits beside her and kisses the side of her bruised face, whispering,"Please, realize what he's doing to you before it's too late.." The girl slowly snuggles into him and rests her head onto his lap, sleeping soundly. The boy places his hand on her shoulder and leans his head back against the wall, watching out for her demons.

Footprints on the moon...

"I wish I could see through your eyes so I would know what you like to see. I wish I knew your wishes, so I could give you everything you want. I wish I dreamed the same dreams you do, and together we could make them come true. I wish I knew what makes you happy, so I could make you the happiest person in the whole world. And lastly, I wish I were a cell in your blood, so I would be sure I was somewhere in your heart."

"Everynight I pray, I'll have you here someday.I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might;That when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side."
The Wonders

"Why say the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon?"

"Wanting to be with you is like trying to touch a star. You know you'll never accomplish it, but you just keep on trying."

"Everyone in this world is different, but the people who are truly brave enough to show their differences are considered embarassing or not normal. Maybe, the 'normal' people in this world are just scared to show who they really are."

"Love can bloom in a garden of hatred."

"One day, out of darkness, they shall meet, and read life's meaning in each other's eyes."
Susan Mara Spalding

“Always believe that there is someone out there who can take your breath away."

"..contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough..."

"Smile for the ones you love. A simple smile is all it takes to make one happy. Love can come in many different ways, shapes and sizes... but a simple smile will conquer everything and leave the best of us speechless."

"We are the perfect couple; we're just not in the perfect situation."
Joey Rivett

"The words I love you are not for anyone to say from their mouth to their beloved one. It's a feeling that you can whisper to each other from heart-to-heart without saying it aloud."
"The more I know you, the more I love you."
"For yesterday's memories, today's love, and tomorrow's dreams I love you."
"I love you today, yesterday and every tomorrow."
"Saying I LOVE YOU is a major decision in one's life. Those words should be kept in your heart untill you're ready to commit, to fight for that feeling and to stand by those words forever."

“We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
--St. Augustine

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."
--Aristotle

The world is a mess. Agree or Disagree?
Poverty.
AIDS.
Hunger.
War.
So what else is new?
What if there was an unexpected solution that could turn this sinking ship around?
Would you even know it if you saw it?
It’s not the internet.
It’s not science.
It’s not the government.
It’s not money.
It’s…a girl.
Imagine a girl living in poverty.
No, go ahead. Really.
Imagine her.
Girl, baby, husband, hunger, HIV.
Now, pretend you can fix this picture.
Girl.
Ok. Now she has a chance.
Let’s put her in a school uniform
And see her get a loan to buy a cow
And use her profits from the milk to help her family.
Pretty soon, her cow becomes a herd.
And she become the business owner
Who brings clean water to the village
Which makes the men respect her good sense
And invite her to the village council
Where she convinces everyone
That all girls are
Valuable.

www.thegirleffect.org

Have you ever...

Been in love?
Fallen in love?
Known the difference?

Felt like dying?
Felt alive?
Felt both?

Been happy?
Been sad?
Been neither?

Starved?
Become Homeless?
Been alone?

Been under the gun?
Hidden your halo and wings?
Been proven it was real?

Been in a car crash?
Died?
Survived Hell?

Felt the relief of drugs?
Felt the relief of cutting?
Felt the relief of letting go?

Been strong?
Been weak?
Been yourself?

Loved?
Hated?
Fogave?

Childhood Memories.

This is my own memory. The first time my parents fought to the point of breaking things. The first time I realized that I had a sheltered life. The first time the real world came to life for me.

The little girl cowered in a corner as her father stormed past and slammed his fist onto the counter top in the kitchen,"What the hell! You know nothing about this family!"
"What're you talking about? I have been keeping this family together and alive for years," her mother hollered back as the little girl began to cry, moving from her corner of protection to the other room, finding shelter under a desk. Her puppy joined her and hid in the little girls protecting arms.
"I have been holding this family together! You have never been around!"
"Hahahahahahha! All you do is sit on your ass and drink all day! You can't even hold a job!"
The little girl retreats further underneath the table as both adults move into the room, continuing to fight. Her father pounds her first onto the table, making a splintering crack. The little girl continues to protect her puppy and cries silently. Both adults move out of the room, following one another until they end up upstairs. The little girl continues to hear them as she crawls from underneath the table, kisses her puppy and places it in the dog crate. She stares at her school bag and looks at the clock, thinking. She looks out the window and sees her bus buddy outside waiting, seeing her, he waves. She grabs her bag and rushes out the door, continuing to cry.

What if I sat beside you and took the edge of the pain? What if I took some of it just so you could feel that tiny bit better?
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Everyone has scars, emotionally and physically. Scars show what we’ve been through. What we’ve experienced. What hell has happened to us. Some of us flaunt them. Some of us hide them until someone asks to show them. Some of us will never show them.
Everyone has scars, emotionally and physically. Scars show that we’ve made it this far. What we’ve survived through. What hell we’ve defeated. That that wound has healed and we’re still here. That we never gave up.
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God is a verb, not a noun.
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The strength…
To love
To smile
To have hope
To never give up
To live
To be happy
To feel
To give up
To care
To be there, even when no one wants you
To be lonely
To have fun
To be serious
To be yourself

The weakness…
To love
To frown
To give in
To let go
To be yourself
To hide
To see through the lies
To fall in love
To be in love
To love another person
To fall apart
To change for another person
To not share yourself to the world
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How did you ever find me?
How did you ever take that piece of my heart?
How did you make me cry?
How did you make me crumble?
How did you make me smile?

What made you choose me?
What made my heart melt?
What made you the one I think about?
What happened between us?
What is happening to me?

Why me?
Why did this happen?
Why am I this way?
Why do I feel this way?
Why does my heart race when I talk to you?

Am I happy?
Am I dying?
Am I living?
Am I going insane?
Am I in love with you?

Balance.

The month of October is filled with chilly nights, beautiful sunrises and the changing colors of leaves. The unexpected arrival of snow gave me a shock to the system. Season's are changing, which means time is speeding past. The leave are still orange and red, and the sky is raining frozen water. I think the season's are clashing, and we're right in the middle of it.
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The balance between physical and emotional attraction has to be right on the edge of being perfect. Nothings ever perfect so the relationship can never be. The hope that it might be perfect is there but it will never happen. Something will always get in the way, but that's okay, since nothings ever perfect.
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If you've met me before this summer and looked at me now, you'd think I had a twin. Before this summer, I was the most selfish person you could ever meet. I was pampered in every aspect of my life. I thought the world was about being the best and highest at everything. But, no. Reality smacked me in the face this summer. Of all the shit I have been through, this summer was the worst but the most exciting. To sum it up, I changed. A lot. I became caring, loving and fun. I don't like to be serious anymore because sometimes it adds the frustration to life that people don't need. Sometimes my old self shines through little cracks, but that's it.
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A voice grumbles, with a hidden whimper, as the voice grows louder out of the darkness. A black figure appears and laughs loudly. A girl stands there, staring with a terrified look. She has the strength to refrain from flinching, but also the weakness not to looks at the black silhouettes face. The black figure walks a circle around her, running it's eyes up and down her body. The girl stares straight ahead, waiting for the blows to start. The figure stops to the side of her and caresses her face with a rough hand. The girl cringes as the silhouette drops it's hand to it's side and move sin front of her, revealing the bleeding slashes on her ruined cheek. The figure laughs as the girl starts crying. She falls to her knees and hides her bleeding face with her hands. The figure kicks her sharply in the ribs, making her fall sideways. The girl stretches out her body, revealing the now bleeding slash through her shirt. The black figure drags it's nails down her back, cutting her open deeply. The girls whimpers and screams,"Stop! Just stop! I am sick of getting torn apart!" The black figure bends over her and quickly kicks her in the side of the head before it disappears back into the darkness. The girl watches the silhouette disappear, and then she cries harder before she disappears herself.

How can we ever know love?

Let's take a chance
Let's fall in love

Let's be together
Let's kiss each other

Let's walk in the streets
Until dawn bites dusk

Watch the shooting stars
Give it our all

Let's take a chance
Let's fall in love
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I've never been in love. I've been so close, said those words, but never given my whole heart to someone. I can give my heart to complete strangers but not to someone I trust. My heart is made from the thinnest paper and get poked, ripped and crushed everyday. My heart is gone by the end of the day but is rebuilt overnight. Every night, I feel like dying. But, I don't. I will never. I pick myself up and continue with a smile on my face. People say I'm strong. I don't think so. It's just.. I care for everyone I meet. I can care about you until my heart is about to burst, but loving is a different story. My past has affected my future of being able to fall in love... I have faith that someday, someone can change this. I feel it, this feeling of hope.
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The compact car hums down the highway, letting fresh new cars pass by. The boy, driving, has a short hairstyle with sandy brown hair and sad golden eyes. The boy glances to his right at a girl staring out the side passenger window. The reaches over carefully with his right hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. The girl, styling a short razor blade hair cut and dull eyes, is startled and slowly turns her face toward him, showing her bruised cheek and neck. He stares at her cheek and cringes when she stares blankly into his eyes, as he glances from her to the road,"I'm sorry. I know I can change. Please, have faith in me." A shy smile is drawn upon the girl's face as she leans over and kisses his cheek,"I promise to never give up on you. I love you." The boy's left hand grips tight on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white,"You know how I feel about those words." The girl's smile is replaced by a terrified expression as the boy swiftly removes his hand from hers and slaps the girl, adding dark red scratches onto the bruised cheek.

Colors..

There's a girl in this world who cannot remember how to feel emotions correctly. Her memories have been swiped from her mind and this makes her not able to remember her emotions or how she felt in the past. Emotions are based by how we felt from past times, so if we cannot remember, how can we recall that feeling? This girl is unique. She'll stare off into space for hours trying to figure out how she is feeling. This girl also has bipolar disorder. A very serious one. Her world is doused with color. It'll flash one or two or three colors at once. Or it'll be one and then change, confusing her to no end. When she feels something, she connects it to the color she is seeing. Right now, she is seeing gray. Seeing gray can be bad.. But with this color she tries to remember and connect it with other small times she has seen gray before. Gray is when her dog died or when someone keeps walking in and out of her life. Can you figure it out? She can't. All she has is her colors, crayons and notebook. Her room has a space reserved for notebooks with just crayon scribbles filling them. These are her 'journals'. She has dates on the pages to see what she 'felt' that day. Would you like to color with me?

Emotions.. The base of yourself..

Have you ever felt..
Like you could soar above the clouds...
But knew you would crash later?

Have you ever felt...
Like you could live forever...
But die inside from the immense pain?

Have you ever felt...
Like you could love someone forever...
But never see them?

Have you ever felt...
Speechless...
But have a thousand thoughts you want to say?

Have you ever felt...
Like you could love someone you hate...
But hate someone you love?

Have you ever felt...
That you could be me...
But not be yourself?
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A girl, with razor blade hair and tired brown eyes, sits on a sagging red porch steps in front of a small white bright house. This girl glances around the darkened area, slowly turning her face upwards the full moon. The moonlight brightens her face, revealing her bruised swollen eye and blood covered face. Her bright white shirt, stained at the collar, is a bright crimson red. Her mangled face shows no emotions except a cringe as she lightly places her hands on either side of her broken nose. The midnight silence is filled with a crunch of bone against bone and a muffled scream. The girl slowly lifts her head and tugs at a white bandanna hanging out of her jean pocket. She smirks as she wraps the bandanna onto her forehead and tiredly ties a knot to secure it at the base of her head. The girl carefully swipes her hand across her blood-drenched lip and harshly cringes again. She looks back up at the full moon as tears run silently down her broken face. The girl timidly stands from the depressed porch steps and whispers a husky, "Thanks you," as she walks across the slick perfect driveway, treading towards the trees, swallowing up her broken and bruised self.

For her.

This is for her, the girl who makes my day, every day. The one who sends a smile onto my lips when she rushes past or bounces into a room. She gives me hope. Love. Understanding. She's incredible and spectacular in her ways. The way she grins when you talk to her is..just..amazing. I can't describe it in words. My heart leaps when she talks to me or looks into my eyes. Those eyes inspire me to do great things. That girl inspires me to live, even if she doesn't believe it herself. The way her tongue presses against her teeth when she smiles is adorable and a wonderful cute moment. She's beautiful in my eyes. She always will be too. Nothing could ever change that. This girl... She is spectacular. My stomach becomes filled with butterflies when I'm around her and half the time, I'm speechless.
Have you ever felt like this before? This feeling that your heart wants to burst with joy? The feeling that whenever a certain person steps into a room, you want to melt into one happy foolishly grinning puddle? I have this feeling everyday.. And I absolutely love it.

Another story.

The wind was screaming in her face as she walked along the shore, stepping lightly from the sharp shards of stone and glass. She glances about from one side of the shore to the other. Her eyes catch a slumped rock under a looming willow tree, guarding the rock with it's leafy tassels. The girl, dressed in a worn tan sundress with bright sunshine hair and hopeful gray eyes, slowly treads toward the rock, twirling every other step or so. When she arrives under the great tree, the girl runs her hand across the rough sandpaper surface and grins. She sets herself onto the rock and waits, continuing to grin, as a boy silhouette, outlined by the sunset, slowly strides toward her.

Love. The connection between two people. Hate is love, but to a different degree. Don't underestimate anything in your life. It may just surprise you.

The dying day.

As the day, or night, comes to a close, I review what has happened. I think about the events that have happened that day. I think of the arguments, the give-ups, and the happiness. The emotions that overwhelmed me and the emotions that overwhelmed other people. The body language conversations that go on without any words involved. The smirks and grins, frowns and creased foreheads, that all happen in the hallways. Don't speak, just observe. Every day has something to teach you, take the time to listen.

Stars. The guardians of the moon.

The sun has the strongest force from the elements. The moon has the weakest, since it relies on the sun. But, the moon also has guardians, the stars. These stars not only help the moon, they also protect us. The stars are there to care. They do not have a major part in life but to care for the moon and us. With that caring, they become loving. Understanding. Compassionate. I hope some star dust rubs off onto us...

The thoughts of a typical teenager..

The English language is a very complicated language. We have so many different words for the same meaning. I could not imagine learning the English language in a foreign language class. I can hardly understand French! I guess the world will never become one, especially with the language barrier. I love trying to communicate with just hand signals. Silent days are the best.
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Usually on camping trips, I hardly talk, yes or no answers, and usually fast. My friends become nervous when we arrive since they know what I do. It is my way of connecting to nature. Like Buddha! I don't want to disturb the way of the earth, especially with sound. I become overwhelmed with nature while I'm out there. I can never help it. Unless someone is there with me, I never come back until it is dark. I'm afraid of the dark. It's more of a phobia. I can begin to breakdown and become very scared. I can cry, shake and collapse. If it is a full moon that night, then I will be fine. The light of the night.
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I've never really noticed how much power people use for technology. I glanced at the floor in my US history class today and my eyes were drawn to the power cord. Every outlet was occupied by a plug. I looked at the new smart board that every classroom received over the summer. Do school really need these technological advances?
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Creating something in your image. What your mind rolls together and molds is your creation. I felt like God today in ceramics. I molded together a creation in my image. The image I wanted to see it as. I do not want this creation changed either. So, I ask, what right do we have to change God's?
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Should I be surprised by how much people care about what other people think about them? You need the coolest clothes. Newest top music. Best technology. Cutest hair style. In the long run, does it really matter?

The Death Trap.

While my dad and I were waiting for the light to change, a car rushed past us, going maybe 70 mph. On the parkway. Speed limit, is what, 40-50? Afterwards, I looked at the dotted white line. That line saved my life, unintentionally. My mind started to wander about how we, as people, give our trust to everyone else when we first start to drive onto the road. We give our lives to complete strangers. We give our children, our family, our love to strangers. We expect these strangers to respect our lives, to cherish and give care to them. So many lives are cut short from not respecting each other...

Breath deep and let go..

Why is saying good bye so hard? Especially when it's to someone that you love? It wasn't a genuine good bye but it felt pretty close. I've changed my life dramatically lately. I can't give you the specifics but let's just say it's so much more different. It pains me to say this, but, I'm much more happy. I know what you're thinking. And I can't give you an explanation. I had hope but over the past two years... It disappeared. I don't know how but it did. I know that it will never come back. This is for you. You know who you are. I'm sorry and I know you're going to make someone very happy someday.

Memory Lane.. Not the lovely yellow brick road..

The sun blazes overhead as people, who don't have better things to do, stand by a freshly dug grave, looking at the deer skins they are about to throw in. One girl, no older than thirteen, thumbs her deer skin and a blue necklace. She has no expression as she steps forward and throws the skin into the grave. She hesitates as she pulls the other outstretched hand back to her. This girl stares at the necklace until an older gentlemen steps forward and wraps his arm around her shoulder. She looks up at him as a gust of wind blows her hair into her face. The old man leans down, whispers into her ear,"You can keep it. I am sure the wind of his spirit is saying so." A small grin tickles onto her face as she hooks the choker around her neck. As she turns around, her emotions consume her, allowing tears to flow freely upon her cheeks.

Everyone is fighting a hard battle. Within themselves or against everyone else. We fight them everyday, with no victory in mind. The fight can be from or in the past, present or future. Our outside appearance is fine. It's what goes on inside that slowly consumes the soul, suffocating and slowly murdering us from the inside out. We may never know if this battle will end, triumphant or lost.

Love.

I was watching sesame street with my little cousin...
Grover & Rosita had to define love in 15 seconds. I was thinking on it, and i thought about love myself. Love is way too deep to define in 15 seconds, or even 15 days. Words can't describe it. Maybe it's just a pull to one person, stronger than lust. The fact that you see the inside of a person, and not just the outside. You can see every fault, but you don't care. All that matters to you is the great things about the person. Sure, looks are nice, but in the long run, does it really matter? What does matter is the fact that you feel your eyes light up when you see that special person, and their lips curl into a smile at the sight of you. Maybe the two people that love each other are claiming they're just friends, when really, they both want to be more. Maybe you need to hide, and find out if you really love someone if they pull you out. Love is more than that warm and fuzzy feeling. Maybe, just maybe, love is talking to your "just friend", and when you both have to go your separate ways, you whisper "i love you" quiet enough for just you to hear, but you swear that you heard the "just friend" say "i love you" too. When the 15 seconds where just about over, Rosita pulled Grover into a hug and kissed his cheek. I watched my cousins eyes light up. Maybe love is only detected by everyone else around. Maybe, just maybe, it takes an outside force to put love into motion. And maybe, just maybe, if you were thinking about one person this whole time reading this, then...
you're in love too.

This was from a website. I do not remember which one or where. All I remember is when I started reading this, I did think of one person. He's very special to me. Now, most of the people that know me would guess on someone I'm very close to but they would be wrong. I'm not in love. I'm just always happy when I talk to him and can be myself. I don't have to hide anything and I appreciate him so very much.

Understanding and compassion are probably the most important values in a relationship. Love is not one thing, but many things combined. When you say "I love you" to someone, it says so much more than the basic stereotypical love. Saying "I love you", is also saying "I'm yours" or "forever be mine".

Love is the most powerful bond between people, even if it's friend love or reserved special love. There's so many degrees of love in this world that no one person could ever choose just one person to love.

I know what love feels like. I feel every degree of love that is out there every day. I hope you can too someday.

Change..

Today was the first day of school, which was pretty exciting. The first day hype always makes everyone cheerful, even the new freshmen. The freshmen this year are very nervous for some reason. In this tiny school, we welcome everyone, well, mostly everyone.

I am a junior. I can't remember if I've already said that, but, yeah. Next year i will be a crazy graduating senior. That scares me so much but i am very anxious. I am shooting for some average colleges, Like Le Moyne and maybe Barren Penn State. I'm an average person, wanting an extraordinary life.

A good book

Have you ever had a day when you just wanted to snuggle up with a good blanket, some hot cocoa and a good book? Waste the day that way? It gives the mind and body a well-needed rest, that's plain different than sleeping. A fireplace would be an extra bonus and your significant other snuggling with a blanket next to you would be better.

I am reading a book called The Oath. It's about sin. With a twisted plot to it. It sends chills up my spine. I don't know how to explain.

The Future

In about a week, I will be an official junior. I am very excited for this year, but also kinda scared. More anxious than anything. The future scares me alittle bit. I'll be going away to college soon and then after that what will happen?

I want to travel the world, actually it's more of a need. I've been contained in one space for too long and i need to get out and about. I love learning so either a zoologist, the study of animals, or archealogist, the study of ancient cultures, would workd out nicely! I have always loved traveling and I want to continue my passion.

One thing that usually stops me from continuing out this dreams is that I would never be able to travel alone. I mean, I have been independent most of my life but traveling the world is scary as hell. And being alone makes it worse.