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I'm Brittany. One-to-the-seven is my age. I'm a Lil' Junniooor. I love.. neon colors. photography. writing. drawing. dancing. being active. texting. being with people I love. Make-up. Hair extensions. Fashion. Style. DON'T HATE. I'll wear as much makeup as I want, cuhh! I don't like reading but I'll read your blog if you read mine.(; Hollaa! Follow.Read.Comment.LoveMe. I'll love you back. PeAcE. <3

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Human

How can you love when you like?
Why does temptation of like mess with love?
Why does temptation make you feel so overwhelmed with want, that you forget what truly is there?
Why is this even a question?
Why is this even a debate?
Love comes before like in everyway.
Love and Like are obviously two different things.
They can't compare.
They can't fight.
Love over rules Like.

Than why can't someone choose so easily?
Why are they so confused?
Whats the reasoning for liking something so much when you already have something thats everything to you?
Why do you question it?
Why do you look so dazed?
Why can't you decide?

Scared, not knowing which way, you sit and wonder, why can't I think? Why can't this be an easy answer? Why am I not satisfied with the one I'm with? Am I satisfied or not? Why am I questioning this! I should know.. But I don't.

Everything sitting infront of you. This is everything you've ever wanted. Everything you could see of. Everything you imagined and drew in your dreambook. Your dreams weren't shattered, just put upside-down. Nothings making sense, you just want to drown.

Once you make sense of one thing, something else disappears. You're a mess. A sinner. A disgrace in human skin. You feel horrid, wretched, and feel so revealed.

Somethings pulling you one way. While the other pulls you too. your so confused and lost and alone, you dont know what to do. So much running through your head, making you feel dizzy and out of line. Where was the bruises, the scars, that made me feel so unloved?

Out of order, out of line, your thoughts start coming clear. You're not an animal, not a sinner, not a thing who cant feel pain. You're a person, a loving creature, who wants nothing but to live.
You're Human.