i like pets because you can name them anything you want.

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in other peoples minds

most people that know me think of me as a free spirit. i like to think that, but the truth is that i have all these ropes tying me down. the knots are so tight that i might never be free. 50 pound boulders are slowly being loosen up and i am starting to feel the difficulty to breath. staring off in space thinking of a better place to be then here, or there.
i wish i were a child again who found happiness in small things, and also would stop and smell the roses from time to time. now im not sure if my happiness is real are i just make it seem real. my false actions trick my mind and my lie will become a false truth. i soon will believe in my lies and i become fake. just like any other teenager. they become fake so they can feel they belong in this world. their spirit has become caged and waits for someone to save them and make them feel home again.
i have become a caged fake soul waiting for someone to bring me inside from the blizzard, that is going on in my head.

bus strangers.

this is pretty much the story of my life. i am often the one that doesn't have any stories or things to say, at least that is how i feel or think of it. i am usually the listener. don't get me wrong, i love to listen and observe everything, it is probably the best past time. but its nice to have things new to talk about that i have experienced.

i love to talk with random people on the bus it is so entertaing and the people have so many interesting stories they have to tell. but i normally don't start the conversasion. it is usually the other person. some time i want to be the conversasion starter. but i have to have a story first, or have to share a common interest. but when i have a story it is so hard to tell because i can't explain things easily. that is probably why i like to listen and observe people because it is so much easier. this post is probably a little different in the wording and might be hard to read at times. it is only because i can never say something just right. it is perfect in my head but whenever i try to verbalize it, the words come out all jumbled or ill forget what i should say next.

i just have horrible conversasion skills and its hurting. i am a girl of change and that is what i want to change about myself. coversation skills, having a sweet story and another thing is to remember things easily. so my story can be like how I witnessed or experienced it.

two little signs sitting in a flower patch.

"Is the world calling your name?"

"Seek help."

major things to think about...

i just want you to know.

we might never again be as close as we used to be... but i just wanted you to know that you saved my life.

this is for everyone. but especially for you.