& So the countdown to graduation begins!

Everything is very bittersweet; i'm stressed up to my ears about everything, and these 'final assignments' are not helping. In addition to moving to our new apartment this weekend, i'd have to get my hair done as well as mani and pedi, finish my major project, help Shiyah get his shoes and breathe at the same time! while that might not sound like much...IT IS!

I feel so lost this week, lost behind everything...papers,boxes,and people.

I really don't want to go to college; i'd like to dissapear in the abyss as soon as possible. Or maybe hide under a rock somewhere and hybernate for 75 years...and when i'll wake up it'll be time for me to die. =/ ok that sounded a bit emo, but i'm just being real right now. I should be finishing up my final assignments as i type this blog. but i just had to blog i needed to let some stuff out...i guess. well...sorta kinda, cuz this isnt even HALF OF THE STRESS I'M GOING THROUGH!!!!

well..back to work. =(

imperfect.

I'm far from perfect and thats what I strive to be.
to fit your comfort and needs, cuz i want to be..needed by you.

guess i didnt try hard enough...i can't be superwoman
although he's always been my superman... i guess he was my kryptonite as well..

Exhausted.

I need a really big hug. I MEAN A REALLLLLY BIG HUG!
for the past 2 weeks i've been helping my family by working my butt off!
cooking, cleaning, packing, babysitting. why did they pick these 2 months too do all this? I dont want to seem selfish but hey man...i'm graduating from highschool, this is a pretty BIG deal since no one has graduated from high school in about a good amount of years. I've worked hard, and idk....moving into a new apt during prom week? really?... i guess i just gotta suck it up.

Anywho..i found my shoes for prom. yes they are sexy.

This is pittiful, since i'm so nice with photoshop...

Butttt i only had so much to work with, and heres a picture =] , they think i'm nice cuz of this..pshhh this aint SHYT!

Inspiration from a pic i came across.

Beautiful Soul
massacred with such detail of a young ladys' insecurity
propelled out of universe defying standards
believing the imagery of pencil thin is in,
eating thoughts as well the insides of her flesh,
creating a disappearing act without the magic
deteriorating herself one less meal and one more purge
at a time
reflections are disengaged while her mirror holds all shame
all taunts her hiding behind locked pupils
it's her scattered memories
the imaginary bulges on her stomach stretch like elastic truths
conscience is feeding her plastic images
facades as the new eye wear
see the same and be the same
as everyone else...
But this beautiful soul remains massacred with such detail
each imperfection imperfect-ing her affection for her reflection.