May 2009
Just give me a sign.
hello, my name is Danshania
i feeeeeeeel so black. i have “corn rows” according to James. haha, i didnt know that french braids had another name. haha. so today, 1/3 of my friends complimented my new hairstyle, another 1/3 said that i looked like a very very very very very light skinned AFRICAN american, and the last 1/3 just looked at me like i was crazy. last year my friend, riju, said i looked like a New...
thanks to you, i feel like someone punched me in the stomach. that feeling has been there all week. it came out of no where and i want it gone so badly. idk what to do right now to make it go away. whenever it starts to fade away, you come back in thin air. things are okay, you supposely make things better, but instead you make things feel worse. i want to get over you but you wont let me. i want...
life is a mystery. sadly, we’re not here long enough to find out.
tension rises up when the truth comes out between love and hate, hate and love. the truth always overcomes the lies. those lies build a wall that grows taller and taller, and you can’t see over it because they block out the truth. the truth needs to be heard and to be told to find the true potential of life that needs to be solved, to forget the mistakes, to fix the regrets, and to find the...
going through the rights of passage is so hard. i hate the fact that you just had to walk away and take everyone else with you, leaving me all alone. luckily it rained today, so you couldnt tell i cried or not. i hate it when people ask you saying “oh, are you ok?” you’re so annoyed that whenever you try to feel better about yourself, they have to remind you on the little things...
