This Is Me.

I am an irony in motion. A lot of the things I say contradicts a lot of the things I do. I live a simple life, but my mind is in a whirlwind of complexity. I am judgmental. But that is just because I have learned not to settle for anything less than what I deserve. I would like to take pride in my capability of filtering out both people’s fresh and reoccurring bullshit. In the end, I still put my heart and my soul into decisions and into my resolutions. I am a walking enigma. It takes a whole lot to read what is on my mind, a never ending puzzle, a complicated maze. Even I, myself cannot quite figure out on most days. But you know what? I really do not care. This is how I am built up. This is who I am. I am unique in my own ways, in many different ways. I am not the greatest. I am not the best. And most of all, I am no where near perfect. But let me tell you this, I am the best me I could ever be. And quite frankly, that is all there is to it. This is me. Take it or leave it.

A Rollercoaster Ride

Hard work, character, and motivation will take you to a path towards success. Procrastination and criticism is what will only bring you down. I am striving for success. Even though I am starting low, I am going to try to keep working my way towards the top. I am tired of letting myself go to bad influences, and lowering my ranks and chance of achieving my way towards my goal. I am ready for this roller coaster ride, even if it will consist of compelling waves, no way is this ship going down. I am not going to easily lure myself off track, out of sight of my future. The future that is held in my hand, and only I can only control it. Not you, mom. Not you, dad. Not my family. Not my friends, but me.

I envy a writer's life;

But a writer never gets a break. Continuous works of fancy words strung together still flows throughout the mind. It is always their tendency to create more with their words. A writer's life consists of a notebook, their cover is plain but within the pages their life is written in a inevitable form. Every page consistency are filled with grief, depression, and fulfillment of happiness. A writer dosen’t just write about heartbreak, they fill their pages with the world. They compose the function of other people’s lives, because a writer isn’t self-centered. Neither do they take criticism as an acceptable substantial way to live. And that is why I envy a writer’s life.