To my sister:
First, how did it happen? How did you go from putting your bangs in a colita, to using hair straighteners, and MAC Cosmetics? How is it possible to hold on to time so that you can stay this way forever? If I could, I’d stop it. Right now. There are so many things left unsaid each and every day. So here’s my way of summarizing it, before you grow up even more. Continue reading
Hey ya’ll, its D here!
I’m so pumped to tell you that I have begun another Detox! I’m sad to say that with so much going on in my life right now, I have not had time for me. I know it sounds strange, but I have been trying to stay on top of everything here at home, school, and these ‘jobs’. I’ve been keeping myself so busy, that I have lost interest in myself.
it sounds odd, I know. But I have to remind myself that, I too, matter. (:
We’re all like that! We get so caught up in life that we forget or we just end up putting ourselves to the side. I don’t want that to happen any longer, and I don’t want you guys to feel like that either.
So lately, I have been feeling kind of different. A scary different. I’m guessing its because I’m so tired of this, that and the third. But no mo’! These last couple of days I have been focusing on myself and nothing but me. I have been taking some mental notes and I have a lot to work on. I’m motivated and I find myself inspired by many things everyday.
You’re probably rolling your eyes. I know, I talk a lot! Lemme get started… Continue reading
I’m a brand new blogger. I’ve always wanted to do this; write for the public. I was just afraid that my writing would be stolen or something awkward of that nature. So I just kept it to myself in my journals. Thing is, I don’t want to just write for me anymore. I want for others to be able to read my stuff, for them to know that there’s always going to be light after the tunnel, we just have to want it. And really, that’s what my writing is all about: Inspiration.
See, writing has helped me cope with many things. Things I didn’t know I could possibly experience. Writing has been there when humans weren’t and even when they were. Writing is like my drug. It gets me high in the sky when I feel so low that I want to go. And when I say go, I mean go. Writing has saved my life in ways that best friends couldnt. I don’t write because I want to anymore, I write because my feelings demand to lay on paper.
I want to do many things with my writing. One of them is save someone’s life. If I don’t get many readers, then that’s fine, but if I make a difference in at least ONE individual, I have done my job. I just don’t want anyone to give up no matter the struggle.
I’m here to tell you that you are good enough for every damn thing in this life. For every single thing. You have to go get it, that’s not enough though, you have to WANT it too. Fine! Don’t believe in yourself, but I will. I know you’re better than what you say you are. I know for a fact that you have something great up your sleeve, but you’re just afraid. I kow it. I’m the same way…
Look, I’m going to tell you a little story of mine; something that changed my life forever, but you have to hang on until the next time I blog so you can read it.
Hang in there & don’t forget: You’re Scarred with Strength.
I could say I’m just a chick typing behind a screen, but that’d be the first and only lie you’d have from me. Truth is, I am a female behind a screen typing some words down, I’m the girl at that table across from you with headphones in her ears and a Starbuck’s Venti Mocha Frap right next to her for company. I’m the girl sitting down by the window scribbling away in a gold trimmed journal. I’m the girl wanting to make a difference in the world just like everyone else who claims the same. But that’s what makes me different, I’m going to be the one to make it happen.
I want to be someone’s inspiration, someone’s light at the end of the tunnel. I want to be the reason people decide to check the end of that tunnel for that light. I’ve been through some pretty tough poo, and I’m still here. My reason to blog is for that; to serve as someone’s motivation to never give up.
I hope that by blogging I can make a difference. I hope, pray and wish that my writing will serve as someone’s reason to put down the blade and return the pills back to the cabinet. My only dream is to be there when someone needs me. I know how lonely nights can get and to a point, days can get darker than nights; I know it. Just don’t give up. Ever.
Read, comment, email me, or whatever. I’m one of those freaks who answers to everybody because I believe everyone deserves a chance at this life. Keep on keeping on. In the end you’re a survivor. We all are.
You’re scarred with strength, and don’t ever be ashamed of that.