who could write a detailed, well-written, beautiful, imaginative, transcending story, novel, sentence, without having that thought come in mind when trying to write it. Im not the creative type when it comes to words, and expressing the right ones at the right time. im a simple type of person, not too artsy, preppy, pretty, or shrubby. i feel like the normalest or the norm, but then again no one is quite so normal. i use to always want to be someone, have a drive for something, no exacly what i want, when i want it, and how i want it; but i’ve realized what pleases me are the simple things: having fun, and having the perfect type of friends. Friends I can trust, laugh, shout, cry, and have the greatest moments of my life with. Friends i can be myself around, no need to impress or stress, I can be a mess. Its hard to find friends that fit the needs one requires oneself to coup with. Can you bring them out? Can you be around them without wanted to strangle yourself from the irritating snobbish im-all-that act that tend to play?

To be strong one must be confident from the inside and out.

I’ve always had the tendency to comprehand the emotions other people feel, even if i havent felt that way before. When i first meet someone my mind can quickly arrange all the speckles and pieces of information recieved from that person, which enables me quickly catch whether that person is cool, confident, boastful, weird, akward, callow. I may not know, but I know.

Im smart, kind, trustful, normal, but so different from my peers that i only get along with a very select few….Um. well. now that im talking about myself, which i didnt intend to do, because i have no audience to impress, Im going to stop because the real reason i began writing was the let my feelings out, not start rambling on about who the hell knows what. Goodbye for now.