- my works # 3 - To fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by your limbs and swing you around is another. It's the needle that pierces us, carries around a thread to bind us to heaven. The lengthened shadow of ignorance. To me, fear is a controlling trait that can slap you the around and make you do whatever the hell it wants. It's static, it blocks my hearing, and blinds my sight. It's something i've felt ever since i've met him.

For the first ten years of my life I always imagined myself a princess. I always saw myself being an amazing, and beautiful person. Everyone saw me as a loving girl who just wanted happiness for everyone and only wanted to see people smile. Until the eleventh grade, when my crush Rayan Lopez called me ugly. I adored that boy with everything, since 7th grade, and that was the day.... I realized I wasn't a princess after all. It's amazing how quickly someone can defeat your dream with the utterance of one word. Whoever said words don't hurt, must have never experienced this. Twenty years later, I cringe whenever I hear it and am immediately brought back to that rainy afternoon when the love for myself diminished. That's why when I opened up my mail and found an invitation to my high school reunion... I nearly passed out.