we hate night even it has moon and stars bright, we love sun as it gives us day for work and fun, we love youth we hate old, as youth has origin from the mould, everything in this world has its meaning, but we don't love the dark and past; which we feel don't belong to us; but when we reach that stage we understand the rage; night is night if we hate it; it will not loose its might; sun is sun however it is glorius we cannot bear its burn; youth is youth but old age is like truth; it gives us knowledge experience like shadow in the sun; when we can't understand the difference between good and evil; how can we understand life so real; we live here to enjoy our life and to kill others feelings. !

AGE:18 BRAZIL MOOD:CRAZY

Make things: SINDERELLA3000 i>

I have so much and many negative things and people around me but have to learn how to hold my own. My own esteem, own strength, own mind set. I refuse to feel like I felt before. Ive done too much came too far to turn back now and be the same old niave me. No more of that, Im too beautiful and strong to be torn down, its a fight, a struggle to get back up! It takes so much out of me I still cry in exhaust, exhaust of the same old attitude the same old fake faces and feelings. The same old person to stomp all over my heart and think its okay. Its time for me to break out of my box, time for me too speak out loud to let them know no more same old same old and when you mess up don't act like you were never told. The last thing you will see nor hear from me is thats it, im done. I can't handle anything more. anymore pain anymore struggle im already weak to my knees, and the next thing is too be broken and lost. I won't get to that place. Not again not another moment in time will I feel like I NEED everything to stop because there is only one thing that will instantly take the pain away and me. I will not return to that place of misery that place of pain, that place were i feel numb that even the softest touch of love couldn't cure nor mend a heart as damaged as broken as mine, as me, as a person who doesn't understand or comprehend pain or why its there. Not me not this heart. Will I ever return to being complete?