I'm sick of poets doing part time jobs...

              I hear to that one quote, love will tear us apart..Is that true? Like what else is it that i’m missing, to know. I don’t know about you but i’d never felt love so i can’t help to feel that love doesn’t exist. I hate that…. I hear my little sister telling me me that she’s so in love with her boyfriend when she’s barely in middle school or should i say freshman at Claremont high. I can’t help to feel a little jealous when those words come out like “i love him.” I can’t help to want to cry when I’m not able to understand. Love? Don’t get me wrong i love my family and my bestfriend Bella, but i want to know how it feels to love a man. A man who will love me back, well that’s what people tell me when a couple is in love. All I want to know is that when i look into his eyes i will alway know what to say no matter what because that’s how deep our love is. I want to be able to be hugged, kissed and do the same back without any regrets. All I’m asking is for fate to fall into place and to find this so call love… but on the other hand i can be free and independent . 

 So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. 

This is me,

 and this is where i wish to be...

Rooms and such...

        Spending times, lives, minds, laughs, getting to see your real creation in a certain project. We spend most of our time in a room that understands us. we can say hi and it hit the wall to say hi back. A room can tell so much about you and no one really knows what its all about except you. You hear on tv's that kids, teenagers, etc get discovered just by them getting themselves stuck in there own world and expressing true feelings and poetry. This is were we dream and daze off to a place of our own. Rooms can be judge by the way they are formed, colored, designed, but behind it all is something different. and Up there in the red is a person named isabella and she is my bestfriend. I can tell her anything, i really never knew that we are so alike.  Blog of the week, hope you like.

The Beach

 Saturday, went to Huntington beach with the family and had a great time. The water seemed cold at first but then it soon began to drift. I miss going out with the family and spending it wisely. I was so afraid of dropping my camera in the sand because of my dad telling me the consequences if did so. I had a fun time seeing my nieces and nephews playing in the sand. Such as i mad a big whole with a fort surrounding it. I was very determine to make or build something worth while. It all ended with myself in a car driving home and left over with three sea shells. :) hope to blog soon again.