Sometimes you just need to cry and be
sad. You need to break down and be torn
apart. You need to learn how to pick yourself
up and put yourself back together. Sometimes,
the only way to be happy is to give into sadness
first. Cause without sadness, there's no happiness,
you would never learn to smile.


I'd like to tell today's youth that no matter
where life takes you, big cities, small towns,
you'll inevitably come across small minded
people who think they're better than you. People
who think that material things, or being pretty
or popular, automatically make you a worth
while human being. I'd like to tell today's youth
that none of these things matter. Unless you have
a strength of character, integrity..and if you're
lucky enough to have any of these things, don't
ever sell out. So when you meet a person for the
first time, don't judge them by their station in life,
because who knows, that person just might
end up being your best friend.


I am this person inside my head I could only dream
to be. She's so open, so alive, she's so thoughtful
and she is brilliant. She dreams of things I can't imagine
on seeing. She sees colors, not words or people. She
sees rainbows of colors. She is life. She breathes
flowers and exhales master pieces of art. Her heart is
full of love and compassion. I could only imagine what
she is capable of. People would probably hate her if
she was real. They'd probably find some reason to
hate her. And they'd probably tear her, from limb to
limb. They'd make her cry, just to watch her mascara
fun. But, I bet even then, makeup smeared, eyes
red and puffy, I bet even then she's still beautiful.


i know what it feels like to be afraid to
show who you are. i was, but not any
more. and the thing is, i don't care what
people think about me.. because i believe
in myself. and i know things are
gonna be okay.


girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a guy punches you, he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy, and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told, implores us to wait for it; the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending, we don't learn how to read the signs; how to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces, and starting over; freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, and broken-hearts; through the blunders, and misread signals; through all the pain and embarrassment - you never gave up hope.