I'm sick of not being good enough, god forbid, maybe someone would actually give me the chance to show that maybe I actually am worth the trouble. I know it's really unrealistic, but what do I have to do to get just one chance to show myself. It's by far the craziest thing I have ever wanted, EVER. I am the ONLY person who know what this is about, ha. Things like this make me thankful that I am the only one who knows what's inside my head. People are just too judgmental, I like being the only one who knows who I really am, how I think, what makes me love, and what makes me hate. I am the only person in this entire world who actually understands 'me'. This is sounding completely stupid and ridiculous and if you're reading you probably think I am a creep. But at the same time I don't give a fuck. One of these days I would really love to meet someone who feels like me, and I can let you inside my head. With no complications, I will unconditionally love you. Maybe if I wasn't illiterate, and I was more witty and sophisticated with my words that would make me more attractive, right? HA. That seems to be what's trendy and interesting. Why can't simple & honest, not complex, Be attractive? WHOA, DREAM BIG!

get over it, & myself. Cause apparently, you can't always get what ya want. HAHA, sorry for the rolling stones reference. ;) NO ONE READS THIS.

Platonic love (Latin: amor platonicus) is a deep and spiritual connection between two individuals: within such a relationship there does not exist any form of sexual connection or sexual elements. At the same time, this interpretation is a misunderstanding of the nature of the Platonic ideal of love... I want something unconditional, real. I'm done with all these little boys. I want someone to develop a relationship that has nothing to do with anything sexual, I want someone to talk to, and someone to be my boy, AND my best friend. How hard does it have to be. Partly I blame myself. But I'm going to do something right starting now. If you're reading this, and you're a guy, don't even think about getting with me, it's not happeneing. I'm ready to let someone in, I promise to listen to what you have to say. You get what you give. and I believe if I got the chance, people would see that I am worth it.

.. here she lies, eyes wide, two deep holes like glass, broken, toppled with sparkle like a retina of marble. She stared into the soul of someone growing, kaleidoscope eyes, technicolor. each breath taken, slow and steady, she'd mean the world to someone someday. open up the sky and move the clouds for a clear vision of the dream she would never conquer all the love and heart she held, all the care and meaning, herself held its own and would not be ashamed, its true meaning that no one else understood. the mundane abundance of heartbreak she would receive no matter how pure the love she gave taken from her, her dignity and pride she once held, the whole world crashed into her body like millions of needles plunging into the pale skin, numbness emerging from her souls, she could not move he told her he wanted her to be happy, just to be happy, but how can this be pursued without him, for her was the source of the fire in her hearts core essence of her mindset, the basic real nature of things, too much of a good thing never lasts, wait, i don't think that's right, misconception of her thinking, she thought too much reimburse the feeling of everything once living, the livid flame that is now gone, he kissed her lips, he told her it was because he cared, the burning stomach tied in knots would never let her forget it. he was never coming back , for the mistaken mistress would refuse his conscience to work.