The Life.

I really need assistance to this thing.

The Truth.

Dear you,

This is The Change in me.

I might not be too cool for you just because i am a believer.
I might be everything you didn't expect me to be because i am a believer.

Past experiences are making me stronger and knowing much more about myself.
I am growing into myself.
I am knowing what i want and what i believe in.

God is simply amazing.
God is love.
God is in me.
I can't explain so much about this...but, he is the best. The best friend.
My bestfriend is not my mother or my friends...no, it's Him. Always was and always will be.

I don't care whatever you say.
This is me.
Deal with it.

Love,

S.

I love Jim Morrison.

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”


This is exactly how i feel.

The Urges.

This is a pure, so true, so amazing; fact.

I'm writing too much and rambling in my writing that, i just can't stop.

Writing keeps me going.

Keeps my mind active and when i write, i might feel brave.

Writing is the getaway...

...the getaway when i'm feeling stressed out and a little bit insecure.

I don't know, it calms me too.

This is me.

...the clock is ticking...

tick tock

Do something idiot.

tick tock

No i mean it.

tick tock

Baby, it's only your loss.

you know you love me,

xoxo S.

Open Happiness.

It's so overwhelming and terrifying.
The mad ones are not the ones who are mad to love, they are the ones who are mad to be loved.

Sometimes...someday, one day.
Bliss. Pure Bliss.
The heart is flying, flying solo, it's open, sometimes...sometimes it's closed.

Yet, it is still overwhelming and terrifying.
What's going on? How? What? Seriously? Oh my.

Most of us are so blinded with everything that goes around us that, most of us;
forget who we were.
from where do we come from.
forget their limits.
All this materialisim makes you so blind...you cannot see, so you crave for more.

The good and the bad memories are there to remind you who you are not to hurt you or make you miss them. They've built you up. You are part of them. You are them.


xoxo Steph.

Deet. Deet.

J'ai essayé tout que je pourrais ! mais non, vous ne pouvez pas comprendre que moi et vous savez pourquoi.

Grandissez !
Grandissez !

Enough of this, i'm sick and tired and quite frankly, i don't care anymore.


J'ai besoin de ma patience davantage que n'importe quoi dans le monde en ce moment.

Weekend is here, tomorrow is making me happy again.

Thank you, Lord for giving my wonderful friends.
:)

Everything happens for a reason. It's God's plans for me.

I am not scared of love.
I am not scared of being with someone.
Oh no.

I'm just terrified of myself.

I'm too complicated for my own good.
anything i can touch i might ending up ruining it.

I don't want to be a monster, no.

I don't want to give up on beautiful things that no one can really explain.

I'm just not ready yet.