Brace Yourself.

Please God, with your sacred hand.. Please give grandpa the will to stand. Let those blue eyes scan the earth again. Let those feet drift in the sand. Lend him your hand to walk with his wife again. Its not his time to leave this land.

Please god, with your sacred hand.. Help grandma recover and smile again. Take away the pain, and help her to spread joy again.

Please god, with your sacred hand.. wipe the tears of all the families faces, and take away the hurt they can barely withstand.

God, with that sacred hand, you have shown us that life is grand. Life is about happiness and tragedy. Please continue blessing my family with smiles, wisdom and above all: LOVE.

you know you work to much when your boss makes frequent appearances in your dreams >.<

no more faceboooook :D

Facebook is my fakebook. Its where i stalk and get stalked, its where I lie, and am lied too. Its where im not me, and not true. Its where everybody gets hurt and betrayed. AND HONESTLY, ITS CRUEL. Since when is it okay to be in a postion where people think facebook is a credited source of information, truth, horror or beauty; where friendships are torn; relationships ruined. People are bullied, harrassed, embarrassed; devastated and broken. ALL BECAUSE OF A STUPID STATUS, WALL POST, PICTURE; YOU NAME IT. I’ve been there. I done that. I’ve been the instigator, ive been the victim. I’ve been the middle man, I’ve been the BULLY. And you know what? I feel guilty. I feel ashamed to the words i’ve written, the pictures i’ve posted, and the comments i’ve made; all etched in the permanent ink that is the chaos, and apparently the hierarchy of what facebook is known too the world today. Karma is a motherfucker. And she has hit me in the gut. I need to make some changes in my life. Starting with no more facebook, no more hatred, no more he said-she said accusatons. Im closing this chapter in my life. There’s my rant for the week. if you dont like it, I really could care less right now. Im tired of being a form fitted stamp of what people want me to be. Im not perfect, you’re not perfect. Lets bask, and enjoy the imperfections of life, instead of documenting every little thing that grinds your gears. That is all. Good night.