6.18.o8
sometimes i tend to wonder, if love is really ever possible. if a "true love" ever really exists. if people really have "soulmates." if that was the case, why do so many relationships fail... . .. why do people argue... why do people spend their lives searching for that perfect person.... in a way i feel like ive found the one, yet at the same time its like we argue so much that it doesnt make sense. if the "perfect" person really existed... arguements wouldnt be a problem. cheaters wouldnt exist. lies wouldnt exist. drama in relationships wouldnt exist.
i kind of feel that people CREATE the perfect relationship in their mind, but the more you sit back and calculate in real life and realistic situations, you tend to realize perfection is hard to achieve. be it in yourself, your child, your family, your friends, your job, schooling, or relationships.
even the sweetest of partners can still have flaws that you dont realize until the situation arises.
i just sat back and looked at my blog and realized i started writing about true love, and then pondered onto perfection... . . . my mind tends to wander. ah wweeellll. ..
back to my life; lately lifes been something crucial.
work; no more jamba juice... the niggas are dirt. end of fuckn story. moms tryna find me a temp job thru some organization... WOMP WOMP.
school; wish i never went but whatever. gotta deal with the hardroad to get th' gold i guess. love; -crossed out.
friends; womp. zach, hasan, maimai, elexis, ky, jerichabby, aerica, and a few others. those are thee main ones that i have left. its funny cuz the ones that said they'd always be here, are nowhere to be found. *smh*
that last catergory leads me to another topic... friends. fuck em all. theyre all fake as fuck anyways. makes me wanna move like now. san lorenzo; florida; new york; which one? *smh* who am i fooling? california is me.. its tatted on me for christ's sake...
well; for now thats all i really feel like writing about. i havent written in here for a while so im sure this made up for alot. && im at moms house tonight so im sure ill wake up middle of the night writing more.
s'all folks;;
`Vanessa Acosta.
sometimes i tend to wonder, if love is really ever possible. if a "true love" ever really exists. if people really have "soulmates." if that was the case, why do so many relationships fail... . .. why do people argue... why do people spend their lives searching for that perfect person.... in a way i feel like ive found the one, yet at the same time its like we argue so much that it doesnt make sense. if the "perfect" person really existed... arguements wouldnt be a problem. cheaters wouldnt exist. lies wouldnt exist. drama in relationships wouldnt exist.
i kind of feel that people CREATE the perfect relationship in their mind, but the more you sit back and calculate in real life and realistic situations, you tend to realize perfection is hard to achieve. be it in yourself, your child, your family, your friends, your job, schooling, or relationships.
even the sweetest of partners can still have flaws that you dont realize until the situation arises.
i just sat back and looked at my blog and realized i started writing about true love, and then pondered onto perfection... . . . my mind tends to wander. ah wweeellll. ..
back to my life; lately lifes been something crucial.
work; no more jamba juice... the niggas are dirt. end of fuckn story. moms tryna find me a temp job thru some organization... WOMP WOMP.
school; wish i never went but whatever. gotta deal with the hardroad to get th' gold i guess. love; -crossed out.
friends; womp. zach, hasan, maimai, elexis, ky, jerichabby, aerica, and a few others. those are thee main ones that i have left. its funny cuz the ones that said they'd always be here, are nowhere to be found. *smh*
that last catergory leads me to another topic... friends. fuck em all. theyre all fake as fuck anyways. makes me wanna move like now. san lorenzo; florida; new york; which one? *smh* who am i fooling? california is me.. its tatted on me for christ's sake...
well; for now thats all i really feel like writing about. i havent written in here for a while so im sure this made up for alot. && im at moms house tonight so im sure ill wake up middle of the night writing more.
s'all folks;;
`Vanessa Acosta.
