Why I Never Believed In God -this is what i believe so please respect my opinion and do not take offense- I do not believe that there is someone there. Someone to fix the wear and tear I do not believe that the boy with cancer, will be healed by a holy dancer I cannot fathom why they all fuss, he wasn't there when japan bombed us. I do not see why I should care. When I needed him,he wasn't there. I do not like the boring choir. My losing faith, soaring higher, I do not want to read his book. it's disturbing pictures. I cannot look. I don't like the way he says to follow him. Who does he think he is? So pure and prim? So no Vicar, I do not want, to have my child christened at the font. But maybe lord, perhaps I would, If you'd saved my baby from the flood. But you didn't, now my child is gone. So no, I don't believe in a guy called god.

#Roses Are Witty Roses are stupid, my name is Dave, this makes no sense. Microwave.

Roses Are Witty Roses are red, that much Is true, but violets are violet, not freaking blue.

Part 2 Of Story ... People say that there are good people and not good people, but I believe there is no such thing, people have good sides and what you may see as bad sides. Watever you do, you are being judged, commented on, liked or maybe even shared. It scares me how those with opinions, who dont go out of their way to suck up, are hated on, their ideas pushed aside be because nobody wants an idea from the that girl or boy. Well let me tell you this, Grace had ideas, opinions that nobody had heard of because she knew they would raise an eyebrow to them, Grace was my bestfriend, a beauty beyond belief, but somehow I feel that's where she went wrong. People judge, and aparantly the way she looked meant she fell into the 'gossip girl' category , she was anything but that. She worked hard at school and she liked her friends. But, she wanted to be loved adored and she wanted everyone to think she was 'nice' not pretty or gossipy. But there was nothing she could do. The fact that she said her opinions out loud meant she didn't gossip, she spoke freely, but somehow this was the reason she had achieved this 'gossip girl' status. Unfair? Yes. She had done nothing wrong..... STAY TUNED FOR PART THREE

Start Of A Story... Please Read I don't know you, and you don't know me, but for the sake of all things holy, let's be friends. It's all I have. A story. And if youre willing to hear me out, I will tell it to you. I have blue eyes, more blue than you have ever seen. Ever . I am small and on the outside I am shy, but on the inside I am anything but that . My mouth full of a million words I cannot say. my ears are full of songs I simply cannot sing. Emotion is a funny thing. Amazing what it can do to people, it scares them, caresses them. Convinces them. My #life is ahead of me, people tell me to do what I am good at. But I am good at nothing. People tell me to travel the world. But I am afraid to fly. Some people, the rare ones, tell me to do what my heart says. But like I said before, my heart cannot say, it can only feel. Feel a million voices telling what is right and what is wrong. Telling me who is good and who is bad. They tell me 'never' do this. But it's my #life, and it's not my fault if you messed up yours. My story is sad, but I will say it now,you will regret fussing over the things you did do and fuss about the things you didn't ..... TO BE CONTINUED