My Christmas

My Christmas was great! I did what I love doing most (sleep). Well, at least for most of the day! Anyway,  my sister and I rented the movie "The Interview" and watched only half of it because Google Play was not cooperating with the computer.  We were a little upset because well, I've been wanting to watch it since June, but Sony had to cancel it last minute. I ended up watching Tammy with my sister instead. Around 6pm, my mom decided that we were going to go feed the homeless people at a certain place by the church we used to go to. At first I was shocked because I wouldn't have expected that from her. Then I got really excited! I felt so proud of my mom for having that idea, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run to her and hug her and yell at excitement that we were going to try something so great and as a family! It could be like a new family tradition. For once in my life I felt like my mother was my hero. My sister and I got up and started to help my mom take the food to the car. By the way,we made tamales and Mexican fruit punch for Christmas.  When we arrived, there were two rows of tents, blankets, and sleeping bags, with people in them. I grabbed the bowl where we had the tamales and started to hand them out. As I was walking by the line I came across a blanket fort and I asked if anyone was in there and if they wanted some tamales. To my shock, a boy, no older than 12, stuck his head out and asked "Can I have one?" It was heartbreaking to see that a child was homeless and I almost cried in front of him. I held my tears in and gave him two tamales. What was more surprising is that he asked me for another one for his brothers. Without hesitation I gave him three more, and kept walking to the other people. As I crossed the street to get to the other line, I could tell that the tamales were not going to last for everyone. I started to feel worse because I thought it wasn't fair at all. Once I got to the third person in line  only had two tamales left so I was only planning to give one tamal to the next two people but the next woman was pregnant. I ended up giving the two tamales to her. Since we only had punch left I gave an extra two cups to the last people that didn't receive any tamales. Once I met my mom and my sisters back by the car I started to cry ( I am the biggest cry baby in the world, by the way). I just couldn't believe that there were children sleeping under a bridge. Since I felt bad about the last two people that didn't receive any tamales, I went to the car and looked in my purse and gave them each $2. I know it wasn't much but I didn't have any change to split for them. The good thing was that another truck pulled by and started handing out tamales as well. I felt so relived and let the other truck know that the last two people across the street didn't receive any tamales. It was a relive knowing the last two people received some food as well, so started walking to the car. Seeing those people like that made me appreciate what I had. Well, I hope you all had a great Christmas. God bless!    

It's CHRISTMAS!! 😁

Merry Christmas Everyone! I hope everyone is having a great night/day. I'm very greatful and I thank God for another beautiful year. ❤️💁👑

For My Sister

I won't ever let you carry more than you can hold, my sweet sister. ❤️

Audrey

"I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it."- Audrey Hepburn ❤️

Lyrics

"Kiss me

out of the bearded barley

Nightly

beside the green green grass

Swing swing

swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me

beneath the milky twilight

Lead me

out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon sparkling

So kiss me..."- THE CRANBERRIES 

#Oldie #KissMe #Lyrics #XOXO #IUsedToLoveThisSong #FeelingKindaOld #Lol #EdWestwick #Sigh #MUSIC

What's Love?

We should only allow ourselves to settle for one sort of love. The sort of love that is all-consuming, intoxicating, passionate and, at the same time calm, collected, caring and supportive.

Last Night...

So I am not surprised that I went crazy on him yesterday… I was too drunk to care about what I had to say. I hate that I’ve become this crazy person and I feel like I should just delete him. I feel like I love him so much it hurts me. I love him so much that I fear losing him and at the same time I wish he could just block me from everything because it would be much more pain for me to just be in his life and trying to figure out if we will ever be something. I guess I could say that’s he’s the best I’ve had (so far).. Which also makes me think that I haven’t had many good ones or any good ones at all? I mean the only real boyfriends I’ve had, turned out to be cheaters and liars. I guess that because I was in the system I am prone to end up with the stupid ones! Every time I see him I just want to run to him and kiss him… I know that my feelings are WRONG… but how can I tell if it feels so right? I mean I’ve never really tried to be with someone so much! It’s insane, I know, but I’m not sure I want to let him go. I keep hoping that maybe one day he'll wake up one morning and feel the same way I feel. Why do I have to feel so deeply? I literally wish I could rip my heart out like the evil queen from once upon a time and hide it somewhere where no one will find it. But even then if I do that it would suck because if I rip my heart out I wouldn’t feel the way I feel about my sisters and I don’t want to become a heartless bitch. I feel very complicated and emotional and I’m not even a Cancer…. BTW he’s a cancer. Omg I cannot tell you how difficult he is.