Pretty is something I never felt. No matter how many times I have been told that I am pretty..I cannot grasp the concept. I can have 200 admirers, but I still will never feel beautiful. Acceptance of what I look like on the outside because of what others say I am, never really makes me feel it. What does grab me is what I see in the mirror about ( Read more... )

"borrowed" from shatteredzephyr's journal ( Read more... )

If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.

I'm back. Well, yeah back to lj... but back to good ol' Jersey City, NJ. I went away for a couple of days to visit my best friend, Mayra. She lives in New York now. Somewhere in the suburbs. Goddddddddd....its sooo different. Its so quiet...you have to travel everywhere by car. You're pretty much screwed if you don't have someone to drive you ( Read more... )

I'm angry. Just so angry. The kind of angry that makes you want to cry. Angry crying. Crying angrily so maybe someone will acually listen to you. That kind of crying that makes people stop in their tracks and go...what the fuck is wrong with her or makes you pity her. Either way, I just want to do that so much. I will never cry enough though. If I ( Read more... )

Some people are lucky. Some have someone that they can go to and open their whole heart to and not be afraid of the response. I wanna do that, but I don't want to seem selfish, especially since this person I want to let know what is on my mind, is having extremely hard times. People must be going just tell this person already..what the fuck..it's ( Read more... )

n a comment, sum up your thoughts about me in one word.

Then take this and put it in your LJ and see what people think.

Hope you enjoy ( Read more... )

I got a job. Been had it for a month. Just felt like writing about it now. I work as an educator at Syms. It's a retail store in Seacaucus(?)around where all the outlets (like Tommy Hilfiger, Calvin Klein..so on)are at. An educator is just fancy for cashier/floor person. Everyone there has to know how to work the register and know how to recover ( Read more... )

I'm trying to decide what I should write about. I mean I don't know what to really say about what has been going on in my life since I last wrote. I could write about school. I could write about the family. I could write about friends. I could write about my guy. But where do I start? Sometimes I think school is such a waste of money. Really. Some ( Read more... )