I love her. To death.

Be Content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.

I open my mouth and I get in trouble. My words and opinions aren't cohesive with those surrounding me. I keep my mouth closed and everyone loves me. I get no satisfaction within myself but everyone else wins. It's a slippery slope, this thing called life.

There's many things that will happen. Most of what we wish never came true, but the ones we hold on to, will be the ones that have always made it through.

I don't know where things will go from here, but i do know that things will be okay, one way or another.

One day, my sister was being such a pain. She wouldn't let me play with her and her friends, so as we were fighting about who knows what in the front yard, I got so angry that I pushed her into the bushes. She immediately ran and told on me, since her back was scratched and scathed, with light traces of blood here and there. My mom came outside, upset with me and my anger. She questioned what had happened to my sisters back and I blamed it on the dog.

I remember when I was younger, I'd try and entertain myself as best as I could, considering I was my biggest fan, my only entertainment. my sister was always too busy talking on the phone or doing her makeup or spending time with her boyfriend or other friends. my mom was busy doing whatever it was she had to do that day, nor was she interested on building forts or climbing trees with me. my dad was always at work, making that paper for us kids. my dog, well, never truly was my dog. so I'd wander upstairs in our playroom, a huge above-the-garage finished room which we kept exercise equipment, an extra bed, big screen tv, air hockey/ping pong table, toys, games, etc, and gather my tools and weapons for the adventure I eventually embark upon. I would put everything into my backpack, secure my cape, grab my umbrella (for safe flying) and venture out into the 20 acres of almonds my dad farmed. I would talk to myself, avoiding danger whenever possible. I would walk and walk, which seemed like miles and miles, for probably only 20 minutes. I remember battling enemies with my nerf guns, sticky dart gun, pop gun, and water balloons. I couldn't tell you how many battles I won, or who the enemy was, but it was thr only thing I could do to kill time. I had the biggest imagination of my friends, thinking up the most impossible and improbable tales. to this day, I hate my imagination for fear of things and beings that aren't truly there.

i've traveled down many roads i can't say i'm proud of, but i've made it out alive. for once in my life, i can live to tell the tale of all the mistakes i've ever made. i have so many stories, i couldn't even fathom where to begin..