everyday; all day.

to be someone who looks over everyone. to see people grow old, as life passes before them, and the new, brought into this world and to live their life. The seasons change, the green leaves, turn a dark orange, then fall to the ground and become a majestic brown, filled with wisdom and knowledge. Just as someones life would, from the start to the end. To look over upon our lives, from the beginning to to the moment that your whole life flashes before your eyes, things will upgrade, and degrade. To watch as our love ones pass and for new loves to be born. To be able to stand still while life passes. you see so much, and understand why things happen. Why the one you love can be taken away from you so easily, how when someone new appears, so do feelings indescribable to words. Not one moment should anything be taken for granted. Live life as there is no tomorrow, and to never look back on the mistakes that you have made. Because our lives are written in pen. and once a mistake is made, there’s no going back.

you can’t ever tell anyone’s life through how they are. a smile? could be just a show, to hide how hurt they are, how alone and scared they are. that tough outer layer? could just be a a cover to hide how insecure they are. to know who some truly, you must be able to look deeper then just how they look and act. you could see someone walking on the street, with the brightest smile, but inside they could be dying, of hurt, of misery, of being so alone in this cruel cold world.

their past, could have been filled with things unimaginable to the human mind, but it is possible. how can someone just stand by and do such things, to watch as another suffers. is it entertaining? satisfying? does it make you feel stronger, better, bigger? you dont know anything at all.

to abandon your child? hear their voice scream after you… they hunger for your love your affection and for you to just walk out on them. tears streaming down their bright red cheeks, as they watch you leave them, their screaming, daddy, mommy, come back? why are you leaving me? how do you answer them. how do you tell them that your not coming back, because your running away from your problems…

UGHHH. i hate it when my parents call me fat. or my family memebers. its not cool to call someone fat. i mean its one thing to tell them one on one and behind their back but it's another thing to say it in front of like everyone.

yeah, i accept that i'm not skinney. but i'm not fat either. you know it hurts when family members say that to you? UGH. i hate them so much right now. but seriously what is with vietnamese people and have the 'perfect' body?

vietnamese people have a problem. they never pick on you about anything else but the fact that your fat. okay, you got acne. . . they don't care. YOUR FAT and thats all they ever look at. and that is something that really bugs me.

yeah, sure i've had my share of calling people 'fat' but i learned that it hurts, and it doesn't matter who big or small you are, your still a person and people have feelings. just because you may be bigger then someone, it dosen't mean that your not pretty.

i just don't see why people say, 'if your not skinney, your not pretty' so what. people are big, and some people are small. i doesn't matter, nobody gives a fuck. or atleast i don't.

and its like you eat one thing and they would be like your effin fat already, stop eating. and you have barley anything even on your plate. and if you don't eat they be like, why aren't you eating! trying to starve yourself or something? ughhh, its like what do you want!!!