perfectly imperfect ( under construction)

perfectly imperfect

(Ariana's point of view on life)

Life is a gift.

Ha

Life is anything but a gift. Life is a game. Except it's worse. You can't chooses what you look like, or if you care or not. You don't get to pause or restart. Heck you can't even chose if you even want to play or not.

Life is a gift. How the heck can you say that life is a gift. If life is such a gift then why are people suffering and dying as we speak? Why?! Why are people starving and killing each other? Why are they so greedy? Why do they use people and then throw them away? Tell you that they love you and then leave, just walking away like it's the easiest thing in the world, leaving you hollow and broken. But they don't care. No , they only care about them selfs. They want to enjoy there lives. They don't care that they are ruining others lives in the process. They're selfish.

People just want power, it give them a sense of control. They want money, so they can buy what whatever they want. They think that no one can touch them. Spending millions on worthless thing while other struggle to just get by. People freeze to death in the winter, or they just starve. While other. sit back and relax without a care in the world.

This is how I see the amazing gift that is life. Note the sarcasm.

-Ariana

Well I just got finished writing in me journal for today. I carefully lift my mattress and slid the journal underneath it. It's my special hiding place, no one ever seems to think of looking there.

I lay back in my bed, curling up in my purple comforter relishing in the coolness of the fabric against my skin. It was the end of July and there was only one word to describe the weather out side, and that was Hot!

As I laid there I began to think about what I had just written in my journal and I guess it sounded kind of depressing. Well sorry but that was the truth about how I felt. So what if I sounded depressing. Life is depressing. What can I say. I mean first my older brother dies and it's been 5 years And now my parents tell me that they've decided to just dragged me across the county to look for new jobs, without me getting even a little say.

I mean ever since Justin died in that car crash, it's been like no one can move past it, like nothing else mattered, my parents acted like i wasn't even there any more. All they could think about was how much they missed Justin. I mean they probably wish it were me instead of him. He was always there favorite, heck he was always everyone's favorite.

It's been five years since justin died and they still act like it just happened this morning. If it had happened to me they would have mourned a few months and then been over it. but no not there precious Justin. I mean yeah I missed him. I'm not some heartless, self centered person who only cares about get attention from people. I loved my brother, and yes I cried for days. But I had to except the fact that he was gone and was not coming back.

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There are some picks of Ariana's room ^

This is kind of like a prologue so yeah.

Hey

I'm cat

This is my fist time writing , so please don't hesitate to tell me what you think.

Sorry if it's not that good. The next one will be better!! Promise. Well I hope....

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