Dear Latest Lovesick Recipiant,

I know you're not that kind of guy.
Stop trying to make me think otherwise.
It may come to you as a surprise,
But these words I speak are wise.
Take this as a personal prize,
Broadcast it out into the skies.
It's not like anyone'll care, anyhow..

Dear Blogspot,

I've decided that because of you, and the fact that I was forced to come up with a cool name for my blog, I've also come up with my photography signature. Comments, anyone?

Dear Human Population,

So, I was on a latest news website yesterday, and I came across a video that struck me offensivly. Topic; Lust in males today. Basically, the video was from the male's point of view. A preacher, male, was discussing how women dress today, and speaking for young males about the "struggle" they have to face to simply walk across a college campus. According to him, true Christian males spend every moment of the day (and I say every moment of the day because there are ALWAYS going to be females around, unless you're in the bathroom) praying and asking for forgiveness for thinking dirty thoughts. "Women dress so provocitivly these days.. jeans that hug their buttox, form fitting shirts, and this draw's the male's eye, and thus his heart." Excuse me for wanting to look attractive. Is it not the female instinct to look attractive to males? And not only that, but who gives you the right to call us girls who "dress provocitivly" non-christian? And NEWS FA-LASH. There is no male out there that I've ever met that spends all of his time praying and looking down at the freaking ground so as to avoid eye contact with a female, because he's afraid "God will be displeased with him". Now, don't get me wrong. I understand that wearing a microskirt and a half t-shirt that shows everything but the nibble is wrong. That's understandable. But this preacher makes us girls look like the bad guy. We just think that we look cute in our clothes. TRUST us, we're not evil little coniving witches who plan on "destroying a male's spirituality" by looking cute. Infact, upon buying that cute pair of butt hugging lowrider jeans, we could care LESS about your spirituality. We're paying attention to how we think we look. It's the female instinct. *Shrug*

Oh, and here's another good one. In Canada, a police officer got into some major trouble because he made the comment "Women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized". Oh, well Mr. Officer. I didn't know that because I was wearing a skirt, that was an open invitation for freaks to come and rape me. I thought the skirt just looked good on me. Women in Canada have become afraid to go to the police about being sexually asulted, because they are afriad that the police will blame them for dressing the way they do. Because of this huge controversy, thousands of women and men gathered together to take part in the Slut Walk, a movement against victimization due to a woman's clothing. Being a woman, this ticked me off. So because I wear a dress or a skirt out in public, wear a little more makeup then usual and hang out with guys, I'm a slut and therefore it's perfectly fine for a man to come up and sexually assault me. That's such BS. Canadian police, you guys suck. It's painful how badly you suck. Thank God I don't live in Canada. Being raped is legal, if you wear a skirt. ;)

The SlutWalk in Toronto, Canada.

Dear Today And Forever,

In the end, the things we do every day can change us. They can mold us into the people we want to be, or the people we had nightmares about as kids. One stupid little choice can make us, or break us. I guess that's why parents always tell us to choose wisely about.. everything. About the foods we eat, even though most of the time, the healthy ones are nasty. The test questions we answer; because let's face it, no one likes tests. The friends we pick, because if you ever look at a person, their personality reflects who they hang around. The crazy ones act crazy, the sweet ones act sweet, and the bad influences act like they belong in the pen. And the sad part about life, it that normally, it takes a huge storm and plenty of years for people to realize how far behind they are in life. It took me 14 years, a lot of broken hearts, and plenty of duck tape to get the bump on my head, that made me realize that I can be so much better then this. I can have straight A's. I can be a perfect lady (though I'm sure that one won't happen.. Hha) and I can be the best friend you could ask for. I KNOW I can. It's all just a matter of getting there. And it starts here, it starts now. I'm tired of being that person that people run to for drama information, or answers on a major test, or a rebound date. I'm tired of being the depressed, little emo kid. And it changes today. Love me or hate me, from now on, no one's ever going to break me.

Dear These Random Thoughts,

 Let the thoughts flow. Relax. Lean back. Let your fingers talk. These are unspoken words, desires of the heart, brought on by emotions that we can't understand. Push, pull. Foward, back. The rocking motion of the universe, that keeps things all in balance. Everything, and nothing is equal. Life is equal to death, just as you walk through a door from the outside, in. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You may choose to behold, and because of that choice, it's inevitable that you will judge. Judge me as I am, not as what you see me to be. Inside, I am reckless. I am broken. I am beaten, and I am scarred. I've been hurt and cheated, and the pain took it's toll. I am afraid, afraid of everyone. Of everything. Life is a challenge, a daily strain. But you wouldn't notice that, from the outside looking in. I act like life is as easy as breatheing; in, out. In, out. Life, in the making. If only you knew, lonely spectator. If only I could cut myself open, and show you the battle scars. The wounds, the blood, sweat and tears. If I could but touch your mind and show you my life, through my own eyes.. through my own heart. If I could just give you a little taste, it would leave bitterness on your tongue. It would stay with you, always. It would haunt your dreams. And from then on, you'll value how short life is.. and how easily impacted we as individuals are.