| About Me |
a rare rose in a garden full of weeds. i'm not that rose, i never was and i never want to be.
i'm that lily in the back. close to the pond in the garden. weeds creeping up and covering, not nearly as noticed as the rose, but just as special.
i am a young adult who aspires to be peter pan. i never want to grow up. i want to be a kid for the rest of my life. my body is failing me though. every day i progess towards an inevitible end.
i grew up wanting to be an actress, the next erica cain. my mom said i had the drama for it. i've never acted but once.
i don't sing, and i don't dance. i stumble, bump into stuff, drop stuff, and say sorry a lot. i don't ever really mean it. the word comes out before i know what i'm saying. its like pavlov's dog, trained to a form of obedience.
i want to grow up and be good at something. i would love to believe i would make a good wife, but i grow up more ever day, realizing i'll never be domestic.
i'm a helpless romantic. caught between fiction and non-fiction, biographies and my own autobiography. i don't really know what i want in life, other than more time. more time for change, chance, and opportunity.
i have a motto. its easier to ask for forgivness than to plead a case for doing something. the only thing i want to regret when i die is the fact that not everyone will get to experience what i got to. not everyone was so blessed.
my dad taught me to be the best at whatever i do. so if i am a window washer i will be the best window washer in the washing company.
my mom has taught my survival. to keep getting up no matter how hard life pushes you down.
my brother is guts. my sister is confidence. my grandpa is wisdom.
everything in life should be tried once. even if it takes years of encouragement.
no opportunity too big, no possibility too small.
beauty is skin deep, and true love is only existant if you can believe in it.
life is more fun with puppies and pen pals.
church=god. god=salvation. salvation=unrequited love. me=blessed to be here.
for every lie told there is at least 10% truth. Which percent are you using? |
