Guajira

A lot of thought has gone into whether or not I want to keep this blog thing going. After some editing and deleting I modified it, so that I am not as vulnerable as I had started off. No longer will I be bare, but I will in all fairness be slightly covered by a sheer material. This material will only let you see what I desire. There is no need to see it all. Trust me its for the best. Even I question my own stability.

A traitor to my generation. I think not. If at 20 you're not a liberal, you have no heart. If at 40 you're not a conservative, you have no brain. Well excuse me but I beg to differ. You can't apply these stereotypes to everyone. To hell and back. To heaven and back. I've been around. Had my fair share, if not more, of life experience. I base my beliefs off my experiences.

Abortion: the hardest decision to make. but you make it anyway. you may regret it. you may not. but don't ever judge anyone. you have no idea what one goes through, before, during, and after such a procedure. so those of you close minded individuals... Fuck off!

Finances: learn to do it on your own. fuck socialism. fuck big government. if my parents could do it. so can you. they're not the exception. you're just a fucking dumbass. budget. budget. budget, and never expect anyone to help out.

i'll add to this later. back to reality. focus. school ---> :-)

And then there was a bang at the door...

Inspired by true events. Or did I make them up inside my head. An internal battle I fight everyday. There is no better way to start my day than reciting my favorite poem. A work of art by Sylvia Plath, "A Mad Girls Love Song":

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Time and time again I am reminded that he broke my heart to save his own. Maybe years down the road I will see that this was best but until then I will recite Plath to help me mend my cracked heart. I should have loved a thunderbird instead at least when spring comes it would roar back again but I will shut eyes and have all the world drop dead. (Did I make you up inside my head?)