Once upon a time...

Brown&plaid shirt,brown leggings and a flower patterned handbag kept on her shoulder as she walked to his place. The fresh spring air, tossled her hair.Filled with diverse emotions caused her to stumble on her own two feet, although stumbling over her feet was nothing new to her.

Excited, relieved,confused, frightened yet confident. but the strongest feeling, butterflies. Butterflies in your stomach are generally refered to when a person is in love, she had never thought of that before. She had anticipated this moment for three long months. Doesn't seem long, but when you are given false hope and promises sworn to be kept, she just wanted it to be over. He had been away for some time, which to her felt as if it was an eternity.

What occured prior to this day did not matter, it was a new start for the both of them. As the door slowly opened, her heart began to race, her hands cold, she looked up and couldn't help but smile. "Come here" he said, " I don't get a hug?" She was speechless. They spoke about how life was treating them. How much they missed eachother, and how much he wanted them to work. He sat on his stoop, pulled her towards her, face to face he slowly placed his head under her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. She ran her fingers on his head looked at him and kissed his forehead. Like that, they stood for quite some time. This to her, meant the world.

What occured after this, now, does not matter, nor what occured prior. This moment is the only one she tries to remember. Although they have both moved on, he will always be that one guy that she thinks of when someone mentions the word love.

u.k.w.y.r

self actulization

the final level of psychological development that can be achieved when all basic and mental needs are fulfilled and the "actualisation" of the full personal potential takes place.

Procrastination... my biggest flaw. I shouldn't let that happen though with this year being my last & all. Terrified of not being accepted into neither of my top three schools. F.I.T , parsons & The art institute... it scares me more than anything else. Sometimes I doubt myself, maybe I should just go with my plan B, which is teaching. I'd like it, but teaching never ever adds up to the love I have for art. Talented? I like to consider myself as talented. Let's wait and see what the big people have to say about it.

bottled up.

I'm the type of person that tries to hide any sort of emotion if I don't really know you. My real friends can tell when I'm upset. Lately, I've realized that I've been feeling how I once did around February. Abandoned, lonely, hurt, confused, played. I suppose it's silly to feel like this because I do have people who love and care for me but it's not the same. Perhaps I'm too young to be feeling like this? Probably not, everyone has problems. But for me, I just keep them in. I don't tell people what I'm going through, I like to keep things to myself. Because I'm the oldest and I have to stay strong for my little brothers, one day they will be wise enough to comprehend what we are all going through. Some turn to drugs, or alcohol, or even God when they encounter troubling times. It's sad to say that I've been a christian all my life & personally I don't think I'm a prime example of what a Christian should be. Not now at least. Instead of turning to God as I have in the past, I turn to school. School & work my new life. It helps keep things out of my mind, and allows me to see something other than these four screaming walls. Worrying about my problems and others constantly isn't going to allow me to enjoy the few things that I am happy about, the few things that make it worth living, worth breathing, worth waking up every morning and looking out my window and smiling because it's a new day. Constantly reminding myself that to be your happiest, you first must experience some sort of pain. But not this, it hurts, it stings, as if someone is stabbing me in the most hurtful place, my heart. I look up to my mother, what a strong woman. Now befor I give out too many details, I must go. But always remember, someone might just have it worse than you; so even if it hurts smile; because smiling makes you forget about your problems for at least those five seconds.

babyshower .

yachtclub.