Why arent you listening, to what I have to say?
I implore! Stop dripping! Go the other way!
Youre a part of me, so you should obey!
Please make my action undone.

(From my poem: Dear Friend)

And it's killing me inside . . because I can't tell anyone . . not even my journal . . for I fear if I write it down or speak it out . . it will become reality . .

It's so hard to be thankful for what I have and now I realize why:
Whenever I see beautiful actresses on tv, those skinny and slim people around in the malls, wearing anything they want... I can only see what I do not have.

"Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you... It is expressed by caring for and protecting that person.."

"There is no use of standing around waiting for a dead body to come back to life..."