Oh, Mark.

I have thought about you a lot.
Me and Cody have talked about you every single time we have hung out here recently.
He showed me the shirt you drew on.
I wanted to cry.
But I just smiled.
I miss you so much.
I wish I could have one more opportunity to just talk with you.
It seems like just yesterday you were calling me a hoe or slut down the hallway.
You always said I would find me a good guy, that he was probably right under my nose and I didn't even realize it because I was too busy looking everywhere else.
I never thought I wouldn't be able to tell you when I actually did.
I think it's Cody; I know you're probably smiling down on us right now and in some way, I think you had something to do with it. In my mind, can see you smirking every time me and Cody are together.
You were like that.
I remember your smile, and that dorky laugh.
I remember how you ALWAYS looked stoned.
This was probably because 99% of the time you were.
I remember how, for some reason, I could just talk to you.
You had this light that surrounded you.
Not a lot of people could see it, but I did.
You might have been in the worst mood, but to everyone around you, you were a care-free, happy-go-lucky, I'm going to have fun no matter what kind of guy.
I miss you.
I can't say that enough.
We all miss you.
It makes me feel like the worst friend ever that only after you had passed, did I realize how much you meant to me.
But that's how it goes sometimes.




I read something today that made me think of you..
it says:
"If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."


I know that dying is a part of life, but I wanted you to live a long life before you die.

original....

The more original you try to be,
the more everyone tries to be like you.

I don't understand how someone can try so hard to be like someone else solely because they have nothing good about themselves to go on.
You can't imitate other people and expect it to go unnoticed. I mean, come on, when you suddenly start to mimic everything someone is doing, it becomes apparent that you are doing so.
Especially when you showed no interest in said things before you found out said person enjoyed them.



Get a life; preferably one DIFFERENT from mine.
:)

signed, honest and annoyed.

questions

I sometimes find myself questioning everything around me.
Why am I here?
Why have I met the people that are in my life?
Why is it hot in the summer and cold in the winter?

I'm intuitive. It's my burden; but I enjoy it.


I often wonder, if it wasn't for me, would things be different?

I cannot begin to imagine my life as anything other than what it is now.
Everyone around me brings such joy in my life, these people are why I am who I am. I see that every single day. I smile more because of them and I live life more than ever because of them.

I am a writer, a photographer, a lover, a free spirit.
I care about anything that comes my way.
I love without restraints and I take chances that have no chance.
I love to search for unanswered questions just as much as I love making endings happy.
I carry around with me three things in mind;
1. You may not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that does not mean it isn't there.
2. You can wear your heart on your sleeve or in your back pocket; either way, someone can get to it.
3. You'll never accomplish anything in life if you're not confident that you can do so.


I live by the saying;
Only as high as I reach can I grow,
Only as far as I seek can I go.
Only as deep as I look can I see,
Only as much as I dream can I be.

I am nothing but myself.
La Fin.