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30 Day Challenge

Day 1: Five Facts About You

1.        I play clarinet

2.     When I was born my esophagus didn’t connect to my stomach. (I had surgery at 3 days old to fix it, though, so I’m OK now!)

3.    I’m the oldest of 5 kids.

4.      I don’t like math.

5.       My dream is to be a YA author.  

“It could be worse. You could be

naked.”

- A  Friend

“If you’re gonna make a mistake, make a

BIG

one.”

-        My Band Director

Eyes Wide Shut

Why is it that the human race
Does value those of fairest face?
Do they value not what lies below?
What doesn’t on the surface show?
I sit here and I ponder this
Is beauty all that merits bliss?
For those whose beauty’s past skin deep
Is there naught but to cry and to weep?
How often he whose skin is fairest
Is also he whose soul is barest?
Is it such a mortal sin
To hold one’s beauty ‘neath the skin?
For we whose strength is not first sight
Claim happiness is too our right
If they refuse to see the light
Can they escape an endless night?
But a prison has long been devised
By those who see with just their eyes
Their ties to humanity will soon be cut
If they live with their eyes wide shut.
 
*(This is NOT my poem. My friend’s brother wrote it a couple years ago, and I love it.)

 
 
One of these days
I will say hi
Instead of ducking my head and walking on by
One of these days
I’ll let you truly know
What I feel, how I know
One of these days
I will tell the world my secrets
Break out of my shell
Be who I was so long ago
Back when everything seemed just so
Before I lost my confidence
My sense of self, my mojo
But it’s coming back
I feel it coming back
Which is why I say
That one of these days
I will look you in the eyes
And say hello.

If you asked me
How I’m doing
I would say I’m doing just fine
I would LIE and say that you’re not on my mind
But I go out
And I sit down
At a table set for two
And finally I’m forced to face the truth
No matter what I say, I’m
NOT OVER YOU.
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That one person you despise SO MUCH that the simple fact of their existence feels like a
personal insult...

Those people that rock their skinny jeans the first day back from Christmas break, and you’re like . . .
Did they EAT?

If my love life was a book,
the title would be
"Just Friends."