It compares to you and those around.

I've been introduce to the world of fashion.

Other's are well accomplished in their styles.

For me, I am just a baby born to this blog world of

regular people putting together outrages gorgeous outfits.

I look at my work and wonder, I am nothing compare to

to the lovely ladies with the best fashion in the world.

I am a bit taken back with if I really should go through with this.

But I can't give up. They all had to start somewhere.

Here I am, throwing myself out there. I'm a bit scared,

but at least I'm trying.

As I held my cold phone upon my warm hands.

I linger through my miss text message and fell upon

the scary words of; "do you still a job at Glamour Shots?".

My mind was already backing out of the idea of actually going to work

everyday and putting effort into something I adore doing.

I apply with the strenght of; "Yes"

And with the second of sending, I received;"Dan wants to interview you".

I was a bit excited,nervous,unprepared.

Standing outside in the blistering cold, I called, I chatted,we laughed.

Now on Sunday at the strike of 12pm.

I will be throwing myself out there in the hopes this will turn into something good.

With all doubts and concerns on the table, I am ready for change.

And once that change is reliable, I will let go what's been holding me back

for two years of my life.

In all, this year has already caught me off guard.

yours,mine,ours.

Now it all makes sense.

It's a bit awkward that it took me soo long to realize.

Today,I called upon the Lord, and accepted Jesus Christ into my life.

I am happy, I am filled with joy.

Life is always going to be unfair.

And it's up to us to take it in, and flip it around.

Complaining about it isn't going to change anything.

The clean thoughts I hold upon myself

are refeshing as a nice cold glass of water.

I've found my calling, I've accepted why I'm where I am today.

And I've never been so proud, honored, and Thankful.

unknown jestures.

As I approached the blue tall screen less door.

I prepared myself for what could have been.

It was silent as our foot steps prepare to enter into the unknown.

I stood awkwardly in an empty room.

I through my belongings onto a small love seat.

Even though I knew others were around. I was still nervous to meet and greet.

I just remember being in high school wondering, dreaming, and

putting self there. But now that I was there, I then began to realize.

I am content with the life I ended up with.

And the picture is beginning to make sense.

It took me too long to figure that out.

Speeding towards my destination.

I couldn't wait to be in his arms again.

Weak with sleep. But I kept awake longer for him to notice

that I was there for him, and I always will be.

60 cents.

After two years of awkward hellos and goodbyes.And small fights over tv, food, and what's mine.

Has come to a complete dead end.From packed and alive. To empty and silent.

Only took less than 10hrs before standing in a room with nothing

but carpet, bare walls, and un important belongings left behind.

It's offical.

It's time to move on.

Lonely seat

Sometimes it feels nice just to disappear

for awhile. Without a care in the world.

But realitly always sneaks back, and I'm always

face with thoughts and worries.

I trusted and believed you.

Only to notice nothing has changed.

One more day til I figure if I was good enough

for them. Hopefully I was. I want this more

than anything. I want it. I need it.

I'm prepared.And lost.

It's Friday the 13th.

And already I'm feeling my luck slip alway.

3pm, it's haunting me.

I just want this so I can finally let go

what's been holding me back for two years.

years ago, it was something.

It's time to move on.

I'm ashamed of myself for giving up.

I'm ashamed that it has been brought up.

I don't know what to think of myself right now.

The only word that comes to mind, failure.

In all honestly, I'm wasting away slowly.