Enjoy!

So much has happened since I last wrote. I am finally in college. FREEDOM! I love it. At first it was really hard. I disconnected myself from my old friends because they changed...for the worse. I knew that I did not want to follow their path so I stepped aside and isolated myself. It was so hard and I was so depressed...to the point that I was seeing a counselor. But all of that has changed. I have finally met some people in my dorm that I feel very comfortable with. I really hope to develop a close bond with these girls and some of their friends.
I have a job. It's okay...nothing to brag about but atleast I am making money on my own and I am supporting myself. My grades are well so far. Hopefully, they will stay that way. I joined an organization called Minority Advisement Program. It's pretty cool. But the most exciting thing has to be that I am going to be in a fashion show!! It's on January 25.

Another chapter in my life is about to begin. I am very excited to leave this town that I have known for so long and explore a new environment. I am also ready to leave my family and live on my own. I do not enjoy having to be bound by the same rules that have held me back for so long. At this age, I feel rebellious. I think I have felt so for a while but the closer it gets to my 18th birthday, the more I want to leave. Not that I don't have a good life here, I am just unable to choose what to do with my own life.

Is the world ready for me?!

One Must Look Beyond the Rubble and Caos

Even though this world is dark and gray.
Even though there are hundreds who lose their life everyday.
One must look beyond the rubble and caos
Because the only ones left to be the heros are us.
- D.borah 2006

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I hate watching the news now. It brings fear and pain into my heart. There are so many stories of murders and unspeakable crimes that makes me wonder how we feel secure in even our own homes. This world is full of so many people that just love to hurt others. It's like they don't feel anything. They live on impulse rather than patience. Patience would bring this world so much peace. And this war...oh my goodness...*sigh* I hate to see those troops go. The other day, I found a site that had all the names and most of the pictures of the U.S. soldiers that have died since the war has began. I felt so gloomy the rest of the day. And many of them were so young. 21. 24. It dampers my heart that they go out there. And those that do survive end up bring the war back home with them. All of those soldiers come home a different man or woman. How could you not be affected by those images?! I sit in my everday surroundings, hundreds of miles away, and yet this war has changed me. As they work to tighten world security, I only feel less secure. Negativity runs through my mind. I try to block it out with petty pleasures but how can one indulge in such things without coming across a reminder of pain, fear, and death. Even the once calming sleep is now haunted by violent nightmares.

Well, it's been a while since I've visited devaintART
but I'm finally back.

I submitted tons of pictures today.

[[Please note, I take ALL of my own pictures unless otherwise stated.]]

I hope you enjoy them!