Maybe some days my hair just doesn't do what I would like for it to.
Other days,I just don't feel up to packing on the foundation and eyeliner.
Maybe one day I just feel like wearing worn-out jeans and an old hoodie that makes me look a good twenty pounds heavier.
Some days I just want to lay in bed forever.
There's those days when I can't find the strive to be polite to everyone.
Some other days I'm a blessing to humanity.
I've had days when people just push too far.
Some days,I'm too nice,my kindness is mistaken for flirtatious desires.
Those days end in a fight between my boyfriend and myself.
Other days,I could just dive into a crystal pool,and relax in the sunlight until the tomatoes can't compare to my crispy skin.
Then there's days when all I wanna do,is jump a plane to Colorado,and live in the sunlit snow until I collapse.
Some days,I'd replace everyone in my life at the drop of a pin.
Other days,I just don't see how I could survive without them.
Sometimes,my heart is a pain in the neck.
Other times,I'm just too stubborn to let them get to me.
Somedays,I hall up in my room,and ignore the existence of my family.
Others,I would give anything to just walk to the park with them like we used to.
Some days I hate everything about me.
Other days,I'm full of myself,enough to annoy my own mother,even she thinks I'm getting too big for my 'britches' sometimes.
Sometimes I think I'm extremely blessed.
Sometimes I feel like telling God where to go and how to get there.
Sometimes I need a prozac or a smoke just to get me through the day.









It's complicated.
Sometimes I'm the sweetest girl you'd ever meet.
Sometimes I'm so stubborn I can make you want to dive off a cliff head-first.

People find the heart to love me anyway.
This is me.
Its just how we function,huh ladies?