No one understands what it’s like to let yourself be consumed by a relationship because you love them, until you have experienced it.
Remember, yes you may love them (boyfriend/girlfriend/friends/AND specially FAMILY) but don’t ever lose yourself over love.
If it is unhealthy, if they don’t care like you do, if they don’t appreciate you, respect you, and love you like you deserve… it’s time to throw in the towel and call it quits.
I know it’s hard, we were taught to never be quitters, BUT sometimes it’s your life over their needs.
And staying somewhere, where you are miserable, unhealthy, abusing substances (yes food is a substance), is just you slowly committing succide over the the happiness of others.
It just ISN’T worth it.

Let’s have a moment of silence…


Where were you when the world🌏stop turning that September day?
Did you shout out in anger in fear for you and your neighbors, or did you just sit down and cry?
I was about 12 years old, and I rememeber breaking down in tears.
Thinking, “man… life is a bit unfair sometimes…” My mom told me that night, “We don’t know why these things happen, that’s why you MUST cherish every minute of life you get, because people don’t realize it is a blessing JUST to be alive…”

Let’s have a moment of silence…
For the people who packed their luggage the night before, only to never unpack them again.
For the parents who kissed their kids goodbye, only to be the last kiss they’d ever give them.
For the husband who called his wife right before his plane crashed just to say, “This is it, I will always love you.”
For those that watched the buildings go down in front of them, knowing they couldn’t do anything to help.
For the firefighters and policemen who went in to help, only to lose their lives as well.
For the children who sat at school with fear, wondering if their parents were going to be okay?
But let’s not forget…
For ALL the lives that were lost not only on 9/11 but through out the days, months, years after that because of this “terrorist” threat.
and for all the innocent people… that “looked” like the responsible “ideal” terrorist that were bullied, attacked, robbed, pushed around, blamed, and even KILLED for something that till this day has no DIRECT person to blame…
at least not by a 100 percent proof.
We all have our own theories I’m sure…
R.I.P to all the victims that have died because of 9/11.

The difference

The difference between the others and I, is that they just want him.
They look and see him for his body, those eyes, and oh that smile.
I don’t want him, his body isn’t worth much to me.
His looks are just a charming thing to see, but they won’t make me better.
I want to support him, motivate him, and encourage him.
I want to listen to him, understand him, and watch him grow.
You see, the difference between them and I, is that I actually see him.
When I look at him I don’t just see his physical appearance.
I see his soul and feel his energy that represent him as an individual.
The difference between the others and I, is that…
I actually want to know him and love him unconditionally.

Your Flower


Just because someone chose to give their heart to you, does not mean the love is set in stone.
Just like a flower needs soil, water, and attentive care to flourish; This person needs your effort, hands, mind, a connection, and attention to detail in order to continue to feel the same.

Take care of your flower, don’t let their love for you wither…
making them look to flourish in the heart of someone else.

But… I still believe in love.


I still believe in receiving flowers
I still believe in long walks on the beach, and that warm feeling you get when he holds your hand and kisses it.
I still believe in getting lost in someone’s eyes and talking for hours.
I still believe in midnight drives and butterflies right before you kiss the one you love.
I still believe in love notes and reminding the one you love how much they mean to you.
Yes I know a heart can break.
Yes I know putting your guard down, can destroy your faith.
Yes I know you can get hurt and taking a chance can be scary too.
But I still believe in love.
I still believe in miricles.
I still believe that nothing can take what’s truly meant to be yours.
I still believe in team work and true partnership between two people.
I still believe that if you both work hard at it, there is a big chance at a forever.
I still believe in wedding rings and vowels.
I still believe the best walk you’ll ever take is walking down the aisle.
Yes I understand that nothing is promised.
Yes I understand that nothing is forever.
But I still believe in love.