Forever Young

I guess someone somewhere was right about me... I'm an angry writer. I began writing when I used to have tantrum attacks and it would calm me. It was my type of Anger Management and it worked wonders. It was only when I had these fits I would produce the best quality of writing. Now I'm content, currently sitting in the hot Texan sun at my aunt's place in Dallas. I h

ave not a care in the world and no essays to write, nothing to bitch about, and no one to blame or to be annoyed by. It's blissful but my mind is blank. I stared at the keyboard for a good twenty minutes before I wrote that first line up there. M

y fin

gers fly over the keyboard as if this is my first time writing because in a way it is... I'm happy while I'm writing. There's nothing that needs to be changed. Nothing in dire need of fixing. No

extreme emotion or feelings that need to be let out. I'm in love with love and I love the people I'm around. The people who wake me up every morning with the best text messages and those who put me to sleep soundly every night. My uncle who made me breakfast this morning and my mom who calls me periodically throughout the day to let me know she misses seeing my face since I've been away. Dad's out of the hospital and Janika's going to gra

duate in a week or so. I've cut the boys out of the picture for a second because it's time to just focus on me rather than chasing butterflies and later crying over all the spilt milk

. The drama has ceased to exist because there's no misery left to feed off of here. The work out routine pumps up endorphins and brings me endless positivity. The sunshine seeps in thro

ugh the blinds early in the morning and when the it sets here it's absolutely amazing. Everything is perfect and I'm pretty sure it won't be long before everything is changed once again. For now

I'm gonna roll down the windows and sing at the top of my lungs and enjoy this moment with the ones I love. I wish I could stay this young forever, for now I'm gonna milk it for al

l it's worth...