Life is precious. If you don't hold onto it it will soon be gone.
If you don't appreciate the little things, you'll live your life wondering what you did.
If you don't appreciate them you'll live your life in regret. Maybe I never appreciated the little things.

It's time. Do or die.
I'm choosing to do. I won't let this defeat us.
And yes it is
As the voices say I am very egotistical.
I didn't use to be like this I don't think.
Something went wrong.
I lost myself somewhere and I have to get it back.

I'm very selfish. I I I. Looking at my last posts from years back I've taken things for granted. I feel like an awful person.
I love my family so much even if I may not show it . Maybe I deserve to be alone. Maybe then I'll learn.

Just

Read over some of my old blog posts from forever ago. So sad. No not even sad, just horribly depressing. That's the problem. I focus too much on the negative and on myself.
I think that's why I stopped writing.

You know the thing on my profile: "I can look through anyone but me." But maybe I'm looking where I'm not supposed to look. Maybe I should stop looking at myself and start looking at the world in its entirety. For it is a beautiful world. I'm just somebody small whos barely living in it after all.


Maybe this statement should make me feel sad . but it doesn't. In this moment it makes me feel calm.  I don't want to be big, I don't want to have power. I want to just be small. And let that be good enough.

11:25 P.M. at night
I'm laying in bed with my lights off about to go to sleep.
Gabrel knocks on my door.
Gabrel asks if i "have a small mirror"
I say 'i think i have a small one over on that wall.'
Gabrel takes my small mirror hanging up on my wall for his self portrait art project and leaves.

i fly through the drizzling rain and the mucky clouds in hopes that i'll find some light

i want a man like cameron mitchell or chris martin

only because they have such beautiful souls. (a coincidence that their first and last names start with the same letter? maybe not. maybe only the good men start with c's and m's)

someday i hope to find a kind hearted man. a true individual. whos not afraid of vulnerability

who will help me get through every day with a smile on my face

someone who can teach me how to dare , how to fly.. how to love.

where it ends

i hate my mom.
i hate her.
but i hate myself even more.

i just wanna die.

i dont deserve to be here anymore. i never did.