Warning: It's long
This is not a sob story, and the last thing I want is for you to feel
sorry for me. My smile is a contagious one and my hugs are guaranteed
every time you see me. I have an incredibly big heart; please don’t
I’m made up of imperfections sown together with good intentions. I
curse more than a drunk biker chugging a beer with his hick friends at
a bar on Route 66, entertain people with my inappropriate humor and
through the experiences I’ve had in my life ,and belch whenever the
hell I feel like it. Most people would call that unladylike, but I
call it expressing myself.
I’m sarcastic and tend to give people a hard time, though I’m
usually the girl that sits back and observes rather than screaming my
heart out to prove a point to someone that is standing three feet away
from me. I don’t compete or argue with people over things that would
waste my time, and I’m probably the last person that strives for
attention. I push all the drama that comes my way out of the life that
I’m trying to live fully.
Girls crave drama, and you can check me off the list for one of the
girls that pushes it out of the way and doesn’t give a shit.
I don't ever take anyone's shit, and I don't ever back down. USA Today
quoted Rochester NY a "serendipitous and surprising getaway." I’ve
lived here for thirteen years and I find nothing charming and
astonishing about it. I was meant to move to NYC when I was four, not
You’re more likely to find me at a downtown café rather than a high
school football game.
I worry about things that almost never happen in anyone’s lifetime.
Although I’ve never been good at understanding the forces of matter
and functions of living tissues, I can write sentences on a piece of
paper that will make you think differently about life and create works
of art that will make you want to sit down and see how I do it. I’m
a photographer, an artist, a singer, and a writer.
I never give myself enough credit and feel I’m never making progress
with my work, even though I know I am talented. I am not an amateur
photographer, and people make those assumptions because of my age. I
wasn’t always an artist; I didn’t find this passion until I was
twelve. My singing is almost heard by no one because of my insecurity,
and my love for writing only grows because it keeps me questioning on
why we feel the things we feel and why the world works the way that it
does. I have my faiths and beliefs, and nothing you say or do will
People wouldn’t believe that I want to take a ballroom dancing class
and that I enjoy hiking up waterfalls even though my fear of heights
is larger than I am.
You can take me through disasters, take me through mistakes, take me
through heartaches. No matter what those will all teach me another
lesson in life that I will know not to go back to. I’m not living
for people to step all over me with their own insecurities, jealousy,
or anger. And I’m certainly not living for people to continue to try
to hurt me with their actions or words. I’m a laid-back person
that’s willing to get to know anyone, but on the other hand I
won’t waste my time with people who don’t respect me. I’m still
trying to heal the part of me that was torn up and destroyed, but
I’m someone who does not give up. What I’ve been through has made
me a stronger person that I ever thought I could be. I know who to let
into my life and who to keep out. It’s still hard to let people in
because my fear of attachment. Trust is a touchy subject for me that I
will never be able to patch up.
Jet <3 7.8.10
Do you know that I love you? I've probably already told you, But I'm
going to keep saying i. There are no lies behind these words not one
bit. Your smile keeps me going, One more reason to keep fighting. I
would give you my soul for comfort, Even if it leaves me dark and
cold. This will never be finished.