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Breathe.
You love the air.

Exhale.
You love the satisfaction.

Feel.
You love the warmth.

Listen.
You love the assurance.

Watch.
You love the lesson.

Remember.
You love the growth.

Rest.
You love the comfort.

Awake.
You love the oppertunity.

Realize.
You love the world.


Love.

Love what is real, and pure.
Love what you can.

A Little Something To Fill Your Head With <3

I’m sitting in my box, my box filled with stuff.
My stuff, my junk, my “life” .

As I multi-task: watching a burning screen, perfecting my electronic profile, and texting another robot, I get a quick glance of something outside my window.
My mind is only use to comprehending what is told to me, but this.. this was all new.

I deactivate all the things that pretend to be alive, and open my window blinds a little bit more.  Bright sunrays peeking through, I pull the string to reveal the rest. My whole room was no longer brightened by a glow of screens, but by the almost electrifying ray of the sun.

My eyes wide, I expected more.

I looked to my right and stared at the view of another house in front of me.  I looked left at the cement we paved everywhere for our junk cars to run on. I looked up at the sky, and then down at my shoes.

Then… grabbed my jacket, and headed outside with only one ambition … to seek a better view. 
5/31/12 

Graduation. From Kell High School. FUCK YES. It&#8217;s about fucking time. Am I going to miss it? &#8230;&#8230;.. HELL NO. But all the beautiful people inside those ugly brick walls&#8230; yes  I will very much. High School was one HUGE chunk in my life, composed of so many different elements. Its&#8217;s weird thinking that my senior yearbook is already filled with millions of signatures, and tucked away in my book shelf. I closed that chapter in my life, and now starting totally fresh! 
 I have about 10 weeks left in this little home town of mine, Kennesaw. I use to cringe when the location of my existence came up in conversations. But now that it&#8217;s about to turn in to the place that i&#8217;m from&#8230; I&#8217;m realizing all of the beautiful things that make this place. My family.. my friends.. FUCKING EVERYTHING.But I couldn&#8217;t be happier and more excited to go to point B. Savannah Georgia.

Graduation. From Kell High School. FUCK YES. It’s about fucking time. Am I going to miss it? …….. HELL NO. But all the beautiful people inside those ugly brick walls… yes  I will very much. High School was one HUGE chunk in my life, composed of so many different elements. Its’s weird thinking that my senior yearbook is already filled with millions of signatures, and tucked away in my book shelf. I closed that chapter in my life, and now starting totally fresh! 

 I have about 10 weeks left in this little home town of mine, Kennesaw. I use to cringe when the location of my existence came up in conversations. But now that it’s about to turn in to the place that i’m from… I’m realizing all of the beautiful things that make this place. My family.. my friends.. FUCKING EVERYTHING.

But I couldn’t be happier and more excited to go to point B. Savannah Georgia.

Senior year homecoming &#8217; 12The chatter inside Kell High School wall&#8217;s are sometimes unbearable. Mostly I try to tune it all out, but how can you really ignore all your classes.. all the people in them&#8230; the lunch table and every single hallway you walk through..&#160;? When the topic is fake eyelashes, fake hair, fake tans, and fake dates&#8230;. that&#8217;s usually when I completely go numb.. for others they actually seem to get excitement.
Smoking a cancer stick of love joy with my best friend Amber P [ yes same name jesus ] we discussed our disgust of the future night inside Kells disgusting cafeteria. Why the fuck would we ever go to that&#8230;Oh right, if we made a complete joke out of it and ourselves.  Off to goodwill we went&#160;! Spending only $15 on my pants shirt and tie, and two free mustache&#8217;s I stole from Stevie B&#8217;s Prize station. A little mushrooms of course&#8230; ;] and one good ass night of laughter, Role play, and MIDDLE FINGERS TO ALL
 

Senior year homecoming ’ 12

The chatter inside Kell High School wall’s are sometimes unbearable. Mostly I try to tune it all out, but how can you really ignore all your classes.. all the people in them… the lunch table and every single hallway you walk through.. ? When the topic is fake eyelashes, fake hair, fake tans, and fake dates…. that’s usually when I completely go numb.. for others they actually seem to get excitement.

Smoking a cancer stick of love joy with my best friend Amber P [ yes same name jesus ] we discussed our disgust of the future night inside Kells disgusting cafeteria. Why the fuck would we ever go to that…

Oh right, if we made a complete joke out of it and ourselves.  

Off to goodwill we went ! Spending only $15 on my pants shirt and tie, and two free mustache’s I stole from Stevie B’s Prize station. A little mushrooms of course… ;] and one good ass night of laughter, Role play, and MIDDLE FINGERS TO ALL