"My gut has outgrown my wardrobe."

Today I started my six week diet...

...

Diet...Diet...DIET.!!

Its not fun, not at all but Im not gonna be a party pooper and quit. Never! Im not alone in this anyways. My wonderful mother and my oh so happy sister full of sparkles and happiness. <---- Thats sarcasm.
You probably want to know what I ate and gonna still eat, hey?... I'll tell you anyway:

• Morning: A half a grapefruit (eww, that tasted disgusting) and a piece of 'dry' chicken.
• Snack: chopped up fish (made with lemon) and veggies.
• Lunch: chopped up fish and veggies. How fun is this diet so far??
• Supper: (probably) chopped up fish and veggies.

I get the opportunity by watching Fatima (frendo) eat ice cream,hot cross buns and those delicious oreo's at school. hmmm. Great stuff man (she's probably reading this now... I love you, lol). Im just gonna go and go eat something dry.

xoxo.

Future.

"You know, sometimes I feel like you've made this invisible bubble around yourselves so that I can pretend to know what's going on in your lives and say 'hmms' and 'ahhhs' like its the most natural thing to do. Its not. Its like saying to my face: We're here because we can't do anything else."

Worlds I live in.

"It makes me happy that we agree on the fact that it sucks to be anyone who isn't us."

Well today was normal... for me:

• Showered in cold water, our geyser broke. How wonderful to start a day off.

• Apparently my teacher thinks Im spontaneously funny... in an oral. 

• Was on the highway to hell (Not literally, but you get the point)- Fatima

• I've got really bad sinuses. Thats not new.

• Made arrangements to see some sexy werewolves midnight... with my mother.

• Oh and she's watching 17 again. Right now.

xoxo.

Earrings are just not meant for you.

"Don't underestimate me. I will punch you in the face."

You know what I just don't get? That really annoys me? Boys (mostly men) with any type of plastic or metal or gold or what ever jewel hanging from their ears!!! I mean come on! I know that the female species look pretty awesome with them but boys (mostly men) just don't look that cool. I mean why do they even wear them? Please enlighten me so I can understand better. I tried to look it up on the net but it just wasn't that clear.

We still have time.

Lets have some fun before our world ends. Get on horses and run over the weird ones. Get lost and run naked, while drowning into unconsciousness. Lets breathe for someone to take our breath away and wait on top of that hill, until that sun rises, we finally live like we were born to.

And then take a leap of faith over the horizon and touch the stars with our hands clasped together like it was meant to be. Just you and me.

xoxo. 

Our own place.

“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.” I'll miss you.

That colorful rainbow behind my shadow .

You're different than most of the people I've met. I'm happy that I know you.

I like it when you help me out, because you choose to. You make me laugh, even in the worst of times. When you get those bad mood swings, you never get mad at me and you'll throw all that anger and annoyance on other people that comes in your way. But it will never be me.

You're always there, like you want to be. Like you want to be my friend.

I like it when people describes us as opposites. Like white and black.

But I'm really glad that you chose me to be your friend.

xoxo

I'm grateful to have you.

You watched her, from the corner of your eye, how that little girl stood next to her mother, looking sheltered and at peace.

The way her eyes were closed, seeing no distance between her mother and herself. How you saw the adoration on her mothers face as the little girl began to mumble Arabic words… words with meaning. Just then when you were about to look away you saw, as the little girl brought her hands up to her chest, one of her tiny hands held her mothers.

And you were grateful, for everything.

Dying without words.

You say it over but no one hears you. They acknowledge you, screaming it at the top of your lungs until it’s hard to speak at all. They stare at you like you’re some sort of outsider but you don’t cry.

You say it over when they start to shrug like they’re annoyed or deaf.

You say it over and they start to walk away from you now. You want to run after them and make them hear you. You want to scream and spit on their worthless faces and you do but you don’t cry. You say it over once it becomes unbearable and tiring.

You say it over once you can’t see anymore. You scratch your eyes trying to peel the blackness but you can’t feel, so you don’t.

You wake up and see their faces in the dull, sickness light, finally looking at you and you do not say anything because you cry. You cry.

Children.

This happens every morning...

This morning, when I saw him outside, mumbling to himself while playing in the sand with his action-figures.

That was a cute sight.

1o minutes later

Stamping his dirty batman sneakers on the white tiles, mocking his mother and screaming at the top of his lungs.

I wanted to die. Every morning

Today.

When I got up from my bed today and opened the curtains,

as I stared into the grey sky I heard the gentle drops of rain against my roof

I smiled.

Rain

I like rain.

Tear dropping, 

The peaceful drip drop on the metal roof.

The placid tune that flows around my senses at night,

The tune that tingles on my skin

Which causes goose bumps and shivers

That crosses a smile on my face.

I like rain.

We are humans.

I have come to live in a place 

where people

judge.

What you eat,

What you wear,

The things you do,

The cars you drive,

The way you speak,

The color of your skin,

The God you believe in.

We are blind to notice.

It is up to you.

It is now.

Now. Now. Now

Definition.

" It's funny - when people call you 'shy', they usually smile. Like it's cute, some funny little habit you'll grow out of when you're older, like the gaps in your grin when your baby teeth fall out. If they knew how it felt - really being shy, not just unsure at first - they wouldn't smile. Not if they knew how the feeling knots up your stomach or makes your palms sweat or robs you of the ability to say anything that makes sense.

It's not cute at all."

Quoted.