New Project. (TELL ME IF I SHOULD FINISH.)

My dear Florida, lets your oceanic waves wash me away. Wash me away from everyone, even myself. I can't stand to glimpse at my reflection in the water. It's not a clear image. A tear causes a ripple, which causes waves. Will this be my get a way? I need one. Where is the sun to light up my day? Its alright, I have the moon to light up my darkest days.
   I scream. Was it loud enough? God help me. I've dug a hole in the black sands and cannot escape. I extend my arms, catching no hands but the hug of the breeze. I feel empty and alone. Perhaps the wind can blow me away. Thats what happens in the end of things; blow away and forgotten.

Obstacles.

     All of our lives have obstacles. They are thrown at us to give us proof of how strong we are when we don't know it. The realization of us conquering what we thought would never be conquered, makes us feel invincible. What is it in our challenges that bring us down? In personal experience, its not what the situation is, its how much one can take. If bad even just keep piling more and more onto you, you tend to give in easily.
     I've learned that when you go through these obstacles, people will ask you whats wrong, and not mean it, and try to comfort you and say "I understand," when they do not have the least bit clue as to how much of an impact this has made on your life. The moral is to pick a friend you fully trust, before you flat out exert your feelings. 

   In hard times, the only friend that is loyal to you, is your self. No, not your family, or your closest friend, you. It may seem a little crazy, but think about it. You can't tell your secrets and betray your self. You can't make weird stares at your self for telling something. Only you can take what has happened and learn from it.

Bottling things up can be unhealthy, Just know that you're not alone when its comes to this, but if you can't handle whats going on, take a pen and paper and write it down.  There's nothing more therapeutic than ink on a piece of paper. 

                                xoxo, 

                                    Kerrianne
 

A Little Burden Called Life.

                 I want an escape; from life, stress, anything. Just take me far far away. I've been sitting for years now trying to develop a way to make myself happy and make it last. Whats wrong with me? My friends make me happy, but at the end of the day something is going to go wrong. It happens every time. I just wish I can be happy for once and cry happy tears instead of shedding painful or sad tears. I'm sick of it. All my tears in weeks worth could fill up the Gulf if it ever ran dry. If only people knew the pain they put me through, and how I deal with it, then they'll rethink their actions.. I hope. I admit, there are a very low count that have never upset me in a day in my life since I've known them, and I'm glad to have them in my life.
   The main problem I have is that I worry. I worry too much for my own good. I stress because of worrying which causes me to not sleep and I get sick. It never ends. I just lie to the ones I love and say I'm okay and fine when in truth, I'm not. I thought love would be my escape, but its just dragging me down the staircase of stress and depression. Its not their fault. I just worry. I worry about whats happening, if they're okay, where they are, everything. I know its not bad to worry, but worrying to much that it effects you is bad. Like I said, I cannot help it. 
    There's nothing I can do about it honestly. Its their life. I cannot control them as I'd like to. I'll always be me, young and stupid. Forever regretting most things in my life, but hey, that's the wonderful thing called life, right?

Left In Letters.

This is a short thing I wrote in January. It basically was a big metaphor of mine and my best friend's friendship. I hope you enjoy it, it's one of the best things i've wrote in my opinion. Enjoy.

 LEFT IN LETTERS:

    It seems like it's been days since i've been begging for an honest answer that you only can give to me. I've been crying and screaming for a while now, I was scared to death of what you left in the letter you wrote me. It layed there, on OUR coffee table, in OUR living room, in OUR house. Taunting me. It wasn't our house anymore ever since you left. The image of you grabbing your bags and walking out give me nightmares. Without you here, my heart has went  from being warm and glowing, to dim and frozen. I just need you to tell me that you love me until I die. When I die, will you still come for me? Reach out your arms and catch me.. i'm fading..fading. I'm drowning in the black ocean with water coaxing my lungs. But i don't panic... This is but of my own intentions.
  We were best friends, nothing more. In reality, my heart desired more than friends, and my mind went along for the ride. Now look a me. Have you ever seen such a miserable person? I lie and put a smile on my face and laugh, when i'm only hiding my true self; I just want to collapse and break down. Why should I even restrain myself anymore? I told you i'm throwing the towel in. A towel that was once white now coated in the blood from my aching veins that flowed just for you. This isn't my fault.. its yours. Trust is a word not used in your vocabulary, its more of betrayal. I trusted you from the beginning, I guess i handed you the knife myself. You killed me. You. how does it feel to be the reason of the death of the one that loves you more than anything, or anyone? Live a happy long life my friend and desired lover, for you have cause misery in a once young happy life.
                                                             Yours Truly<3

I Want To Be A Photographer.

I've recently became really interested in photography. I used to take pictures of nature, such as trees and the sky. Don't get me wrong, I love writing. Photography is my love also, i've become more involved with taking pictures of people than nature. Here are just 2 previews of friends who were kind enough to be victims of my photogrpahy.
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 The first photoshoot I did was with my friend Kristen. Kristen has beautiful features and a curvy body. She's full of life and the camera is always attracted to her, I can see her in more shoot with me.

Photos of Kristen: With me in the last one.

The next shoot I did was with one of my close friends, Shannon. Shannon is very creative when it comes to make up. Though she might not believe it, she could become a future model.

Photos of Shannon:

If you, or someone you know want me to have a photoshoot with them, let me know, and i'll gladly be of service.

xoxo, KerriAnne<3

Power of Music.

Its amazing how one song or melody can change something. It can change someone's happiness, mood, excitement, and bring memories from years ago. The music you listen to, sometimes describes who you are, but don't put you in a class. In some places, if you listen to rock, you are label as the stereotype 'goth' or 'emo.' If you listen to country, you're a redneck. Why can't we all just listen to music, and enjoy it and sing our hearts out and be one? Is it really that hard? Honestly, we all need something relatable every once in a while, and somewhere to fit in. If you are someone, like me, who loves alternative, and loud music, and a great crowd, you fit in at shows. I remember the first show I went to, my favorite bands were performing, I actually fit in for once. No one was unique, no one was stared at for wearing skinny jeans, we were all one. Its amazing what music can do to not only one person, but to hundreds, if not millions of people.
                                      "If music be the food of love, play on." -William Shakespeare
                                      
                                                   xoxo, Kerrianne<3