truedev0tion

Memories of a time when everything seemed to be perfect of a time when we didn't let anything get us down of a time when nothing came between us of a time when we were the spectacular seven of at time when no one had a mutual hate for each other of a time when I felt like I was closer to them than my family of a time when I loved all of my friends with all of my heart of a time when no matter how hard life got, they were there of a time when I felt like no matter what went wrong I had them of a time when I didn't care what anyone thought of a time when I was so happy just being me of a time when these people meant the WORLD to me

Ok so I haven't written a blog in so long but I have so much on my mind that NEEDS to be told. I can say it to people until I'm blue in the face but no one seems to understand just how real it is for me. I have a heart of gold or so I'm told. But sometimes I wonder if that's enough to get me through life or should I toughen up and learn that being a bitch occasionally is what I have to do in order to protect the few pieces I have left of my fragile little heart. My past is nothing to put in a book of merit and parts of it I am not proud of at all. But lately in my life, I have met a person who has made me realize that fun isn

First off, before I let my fingers type my thoughts I want to apologize for any foul language that may be found in this blog. So today has been an amazing day if the definition of amazing is : a completely heart breaking, will-testing, anger-provoking, tear-making kind of day. I got home from work, went to school, everything was fine. I came home from school, took a nap, woke up later than I wanted. Now this is where everything spins out of control. I cannot stand when loved ones are hospitalized, or friends are depressed, or I lay my heart out there again knowing that the same thing will happen. All of this happened t

I come from a home where things were so perfect but I took it all for granted. I had everything I could ever ask for, but it was never enough. Its not very often that I come across things that truly make me happy, but it always seems that when I find them shortly after I lose them. Sometimes I lay in my bed and think about how I'd feel if I were to lose my father. Him and I have never been close and sometimes, I feel it's impossible to even try to achieve that. But I know that if I were to ever lose him I don't know how my life would be the same. There are things I hold inside that I want more than anything to share