She is Strong yet Weak

Outside My HouseThere Is A Brick Wall. One Day My Brother Went Out There And Found A Fault In It. He Took That Fault And Broke It. There Was It Was Sitting On The Ground. Parts Of It Broken. We Got Gorilla Glue And Tried To Patch It Up But That Brick Was Never The Same After My Brother Pulled On It. He Felt Bad Now, All He Was Doing Was Being And Wanting To Feel Strong. If We ChangeD A Few Things About That Story Like The Object The Brick which Equals The Victim. My Brother Would Be The Bully. Now Listen To This. A Bully Saw A Kid Sitting Alone So He Makes The Victim Feel Weak. The Bully Itself Had A Flaw. He Was Hurt Himself He Wanted To Feel Strong. He Gone Now We Have The Victim On The Ground Feeling Weak And HopeLess. We Can Try To Patch The Kid Up But This Victim Will Never Me The Same. WE Can Only Patch Up Too A Point Till We Can't Take Enough. Lets Skip A Step. Lets Stop That Boy At The Beginning By Using The Glue To Strengthen The Fault Rather Than Repairing The Broken. ...

So if we Did Not Have Salt Or Pepper Life Would Be So Boring For Me At Least. I WaTn too Be Sweet And Salty.  And Strong! I Feel Like If We CoulD Be Like SalT And Pepper We Would Be Well Round. So Let All Try To Be Like Salt And Pepper.

LOVE You want me too talk about love. I don't know what love is! I don't know what that means. I say it too my friends but I don't know what it means. I guess I like them a lot. I don't think I have ever loved someone as much as my MOTHER. My mother I say I love. I extremely like R…… HE is my one. As of right now. I can't say anymore until I experience a little more on love. I can't say I love this blog. That is all. Love is LOVE!! That word scares me. Love.

I am sitting here in sunday after noon. Forgeting that these were due. I don't really get this whole writing your feelings. It is hard for me it may look easy from your perspective. SSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOO This blog is not going to be another sappy romance or another my life sucks and this is why!!! Because that is not me: ME IS: Rainbows they make happy but they make me sad. I dance in my room with a cane as my stand and microphone. I run around my house because I am bored. I jump on my tramp. I love my family! This is me! i am happy more then I am sad! Sad is your heart telling you be happy. Hurting is a choice. I could be sad but I choose to be HAPPY. Why because it feels better. What do you choose everyday? Happy? or Sad? YOU CHOOSE OTHERS CAN'T DECIDE FOR YOU! SO CHOOSE I HOPE IT IS HAPPY.