ZfTbluekiwi

My life is like a book, A book full of adventures, comic worthy scenes, and loves. But it's a book open to interpretation. It's not just a book about my life. But it's worn binding that holds together a book that holds together a tale that holds loosely a meaning. A meaning that is open for anyone to take and I have to work hard to make those people happy. Satisfied with what they have read and what they have witnessed. To make them feel like reading my worn and broken-bound book was worth it. Worth their time. And I hate it.

Hai people of dA. So i realize that my last Journal was technically last year. :I So then to start off fresh and new to this glorious 2012 imma give you guys some advice; comparison is a poor way of judging beauty My friend Aaron (who's like my bear of a brother) recently told this to me at band camp and being the over-analyzing person that i am when it comes to stories , poems, and quotes it blew mah mind to realize that this is so. flipping. true. (OHRRY?) yes. it is. weird how the smallest things can be so humongous right? No? Okay fine. But listen. Do not compare yourself to others just to decide whether you're beautiful or not becaus

okkkaaayyy doke, i havent written a journal in a while but i just gottt tooo sayyyyyyyyy I HAD A GREAATTT DAYYY WIITHHH MAAHHH FRAYANNNSSS :D earlier in the morning wasnt that great cuz like... my mom was being a totally butthead and i was just crying a lot but then i got to the mall and hung out with friends and pointlessly walked around and had these donut bits that were sofa king amazzinnn!!! :3 and then next weeks gonna be christmas... :D so i'm super happy. oh and my best friend adrian got meh a necklace wiff peanut butter and shes got one with jelly... peanut butta jelly time. and lol i didnt really wanna ask anyone else for anything