fun?

(cho-licia, hopeee, cely, ben, and i(not in that particular order))

i've never had so much fun in a place that i completly dispise(downtown san antonio)!!!! but yesterday was oooo different and fun. everything fely care free anf nothing was bothering any of us like stupid as in byfriends, stupid boys trying to holla and anyone getting mad for no reason. i think its the people im with or the things they let bother them, which are usually stupid reasons at that. i wish everyone was dependent and didn't let other people make them feel like crap. i know it's more complicated to that, i've been in some bad stuff, but now i can see that not one person can make me feel so down and low that they have satisfaction knowing they make me feel like that. i cant let any one do that to me anymore, i have more respect for myself and my heart. Humans need to realize how beautiful and precious we are, and shouldn't let another make us feel lesser. we're all the same and in my eyes we're all worth more.

my art is my sanity. obviously, im better at it now.

At the foot of my feet.

in the midst of all this fuzz, i see a cloud with the voice of a man in front of me. and it tells me to look up and then down into a little broken mirrior at the foot of my feet, and i see myself in the shattered glass relection, alone and with my head down, yet again. and i ask the inigma, "am i to find my lover? near the whole in the wall i crawled out of? or near a cascade of water falling to my hands?". he said nothing, and to my amazement, i was only talking to the reflection of nothing at the foot of my feet. and thats when i asked, "when will i find my trashed lover? as i am trashed." i don't think opposites attract, cause if they did i wouldn't be gay. i think broken people find other broken peices, and when you think you can't go on searching for another, someone else finally picks up their last peice, but it turns out to be someone that hasn't been broken fully, just a little. so you end up being the small peice to someone elses broken piece, with the tiniest fragmented hole. you might find that your the last peice to someone elses broken mirror and all they needed was for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself. and realize your not broken, but that your a peice of someone elses broken mirror. so i ask me again, "when will i find my trashed lover?"

however

in whatever way it is you got here, thanks. i'll be looking at others' blogs to see whichones i like and and hopefully yours will be one. weekdays and weekends are the best.