Old people always makes me wonder how I will age.

P.S. For a pretty person, you do the ugliest things...

I never understood the concept of why men think women with long hair has some type of dominance over beauty. As if it is to say that hair makes a woman beautiful. I cut my hair by choice, and my personal uptake on beauty had little to do with it. I somehow irrelevantly cut my hair when it was just hitting its peak of elongating. Odds are, many people including women think I look better with my shortage of hair. Which is why I always wondered how the word beauty became so narrow-minded anyway.

Who really knows the definition of beauty? Or better said, how do we know there IS a true definition of beauty? Is it really okay that some random person decided to put their own opinion of what beauty looked like into an organized definition and then claimed, THIS is what beauty is, no more, no less? I sat and pondered the “written” definition for a moment, at first I thought I was proven wrong but then noticed that it all falls back to attractiveness, all things pretty. Bullshit. Now I am not a religious person, but in my own opinion, god created each of us differently for a very simple, yet meaningful reason.

The way I see it, is that beauty is defined in each of us. There is no one way to look, think, or act to be beautiful. Beauty comes from within, now what each of us choose to make of it, is your own prerogative. It is quite true when people say the prettiest people, do the ugliest things. Your actions/reactions reflect on who you are as a whole. You can be the most beautiful person on earth but if you act ugly, you are viewed ugly; plain and simple, yet meaningful as I mentioned before.

Dying Soldier.

Writing never used to be hard for me, especially when it came to what I was feeling. It’s become a struggle, almost a burden to translate my thoughts into words. There’s so much to say but so little drive to do so. So many emotions all tied into one big knot of confusion. I’m dying just trying to get through this post. I literally feel as though my heart is telling my brain not to let my fingers walk across this keyboard. But it must be done.

I’ve sat front row as I have had the chance to watch my mind go into overdrive. I can’t count how many times I have written that I have been raped by my emotions. And although I know the war is mine, they have won many of the battles. I’m not much of a soldier anymore… I’m so tired, and in result I sit and watch as my soul fades slowly but surely behind the scars that I can’t seem to help heal.

Where has my courage to fight gone?

Its been a while!

HEEYYY my blog lovers! First off, I want to say HELLO and thank you for my 1st follower, KFUEGO! I LOVE your blog, I "stalk" it almost daily. lol. =)

Okay okay, here is the deal. I'm still getting myself into my blog, so my post are going to start off a little sllloooowww, but dont worry, I have LOTS to say! ;)