Picking Up the Pieces..

Our tiny little school has been through so much over the past few years and we were hit with another tragedy this weekend. A good friend of mine, Joe Spencer, made the mistake of choosing to end his life last Friday and leave us all behind in his wake.
The Oakland High School has been in shambles since then. We are all confused on so many different levels. Our tight knit community just shut down on the spot.
Losing Joe has changed things for a lot of people, we lost a friend, brother, son, cousin, student, team mate. I can't even comprehend the pain felt by his family at this time. The best I can do is empathize and pray for them to get through this hard time.
The reality definitely hasn't set in and probably will take months to get the full affect of everything. Now I just get the chills thinking about it and catch myself refusing to believe the truth of the situation. I keep pushing it under the rug and telling myself lies to keep the tears away. I need to face the cold hard truth. Emotional breakdown or not, lying to myself is getting me no where.
I would like everyone to know that if you need someone to hug, cry with, or talk to, I am always here. You can always come to me. I need you just as much as you need me. I love all of you <3

Little Poem

We were the white knights,
The princes of promise.
They gave us our trust,
We took care of their hearts,
Until, our hearts swept with desire,
Our swords came our of their sheaths,
Drawing back with the unknowing hands,
And pierced the objects of our protection.
The hearts of out princesses lay on the ground,
Broken and bleeding.
The Knights are dethroned,
Becoming eternal princes of the dark,
No princess can ever trust their heart to the princes of the night.
Only a true King can be have the honor,
Of taking care of a mending heart.
A King is a prince that stood his desire,
And carried the heart until his protection was unwanted.
Only the one's capable of feeling the pain,
Can heal the pain.

Down and Out

<p>I'm in a very sketchy predicament. I hate letting my friends down, they mean the world to me. IF you're reading this doll's, i will make it up to you guys!!! I pinky swear! Much love- Dirty Dolla

Using and Abusing

Apparently girls are like new cell phones,  the more you use them the less you care if they get hurt.-
My own words :)