Spanish class
See me fall.. See me rise... Well here's my second entry of the day. I wrote a general one, but forgot about the page or whatever i wrote in spanish class while i was bored. So yeah.. Here it is. "Could the day get any slower? 'Well I dunno'!? haha. Anyways. So many people with so many imperfections--but they always try to act 'perfect'.There honestly is no such thing as 'perfection'. People only become 'perfect' when you accept them for who they are and compare them to no other- because they seem to be on a level so high that no one is worthy of standing next to them. Do people dispise me because many times (9/10) i tell what i see-.. The truth- and i don't tell them what they want to hear?People fear the truth- no? Perhaps I even.. Well i do sometimes too fear the truth- Whenever i view my self in the mirror i see so many imperfections- yet.. Who's eyes am i seeing those imperfections from? Not my own? I some how manage to see what others do and think what they do. It has never been 'okay' to be me- So for a long time i played a part so that i could be 'accepted'. Finally about 2 years or so ago i stopped caring. Not fully- but mostly. Through that i gained respect- and learned more about who I Am. I know who i am- I know who i'm not- I know who i can be- and that makes me happy. Because i know there are no boundaries if you don't limit yourself. Sometimes i wish i was young- mismatched socks and looking a certain way never really seemed to matter. All that mattered was that i was present and my soul was open for viewing- We played sports hung out listened to music, and i wasn't cut down for being me. Now my inner 'me' is semi open to eyes that are wide shut. They see me.. But they don't see me. Maybe it will always be this way?" <}3, Sonic old embraces || and those || yet to come |
I loved on 02.18.03 at 8:54 pm |