The End.

I have way too much sense for people. I have way too much common knowledge. I way too much logic. I have way too much consideration for other people. And I have way too much to do to keep dwelling on one thing. I comfort way too many issues. I contain too much anger. I give too much help. And I really have too much hope. I need to be comforted, and such. I obviously will only find this within myself.

This is my problem: I care while nobody else does. I wish I weren't a female. I just know that everything would be so much easier if my genitals hung down a little bit. This is the very last time its gna be a "Fuck Mariah." The last people I would think that would stop caring, have. I'm too tired.I don't completely give up because I think that if I care, something will happen. Too much of what I believe in is brought to shambles. This is why no one seems to know me: my heart has and will never be on my sleeve. I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings cause the last people I thought that would stop caring, have. Those are the people I'd probably tell. I, personally, can only give/ take so much. My days are way too long for mental capacity. There aren't enough hours in a day to get anything done, but there's plenty of time for drama to arise.

Original. Done Up.

That's me in the lens (:

I want brown hair again.

Quickly.

I've quickly learned how to end a conversation. One that was going somewhere it definitely didn't need to go. The ones that start with, "how are you and HIM doing ?" Don't even ask how I am doing, just jump all into my business. I've quickly learned how to differ my procrastination. Turned it into patience, doing something productive. Something like sleep, I don't ever get enough of that. I've quickly learned turn to calm down. Well not all the way, I'm still high strung without any relaxation. I've quickly learned to give up. On simple things of course, and focus on the bigger things. Like move on type thing.

" You'd be surprised to know how much I don't care anymore."

Cynthia & Daniela (:

LEFT MY CAMERA AT SCHOOL -_-

I WAS ALL EXCITED TO POST PICTURES 'CAUSE I HAVEN'T USED

MY CAMERA IN FOREVER...

>:0, THIS FACE, BUT MUCH MEANER, 'TIL I GET OVER MYSELF.

Good music makes my heart hurt. It tugs at my inner being and makes me close my eyes. Lauryn Hill makes me want to cry, for real. Her vocals, her guitar solos, and her stories. I really can't take it sometimes. If D' Angelo had another album produced, I'd purchase it and make myself sick of it. The organ in 'Brown Sugar', the solid beat of 'Lady', and harmony of 'How Does It Feel', make me want to be a musician of some kind. For some reason Amy Winehouse's range not only amazes me but excites me. Her sound is almost New Orleans Jazz era with the far from subtle hint of R&B. The purest voice I've ever heard is that of Amel Larrieux. The pitch is perfect, never screaming or moaning. The melody she creates from falsetto to alto kills me on every song.

Anthony Hamilton, Jamie Foxx, Maxwell, Eric Benet, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, Corinne Bailey Rae, Luther Vandross, Musiq Teena Marie and John Legend all do the same thing to me. Notice the lack of females on this list. Most female vocalists don't know what to do with voices and ruin music. I will not discredit the originators such as Billie Holiday, Etta James, and Minnie Ripperton for they will always make my heart flutter. Trust I did not name all my favorites, I have way too many.

R&B music, real R&B music creates some kind of hypnosis on my mind ha and "takes me away." Soul and Blues do the same.

k, i'm done for now.