what i want

recently, in school, we had to answer some questions about ourselves for a project. one of them was "what do you plan on doing with your future life when you graduate from school?" that got me thinking. (i know, inspiration in the strangest places, huh?) what do i want with my life? i came up with quite a few answers, but chose the first.
the way i defined that question, it has two meanings; a) a profession & such, or b) how you want your life to continue & such.
here are some of my answers --

++   i want to be a photographer. it seems the "latest stuff" to be a photographer. but i truly love photography. yes, i know, i'm certainly not the best, and i've got a lot to learn─but isn't it that way in life? how there's always more to learn?

++   i want to learn more about designing. designing fascinates me, and i have always dreamed of being one. maybe one day...

++   i want to be a role model. seriously. i want to be someone whom people look up to and wish to be like; yet not someone who people become jealous of.

++    i want to serve God in every way and glorify His name in the best way that i can. i want to also be down-to-earth and normal, to show people that one can serve God, yet also be fun, etc. i don't want to be embarrassed about this─i want the whole world to know about it, on the contrary.

++   i want to be happy. simple as that. 

live your life || aspire

 xoxoxo,
Jessie
  

my weekend

i had an awesome weekend - filled with pillow fights, games, late nights, ghost stories, and blueberry pancakes. i woke up to the sound of laughter floating from the kitchen. i got up and slipped on my robe. when i came downstairs to the usually dull house, there was my dad, trying unsuccessfully to flip a pancake. i started my day with pancake batter on my nose.
the rest is history. awesome history.

family time officially rocks.

xo,
J

so.

so.

they've gone.

fine.

who needs them?

not me.

..........

......

...

.
...
......
..........

who'm i kidding...

they've gone, behind my back.

whispered, laughed,

in my face

they don't care

they don't think 

i have feelings

it wouldn't matter

either-way.

they hate me, it's clear.

it is written

on their faces

their eyes shoot daggers at me

why?

what did i ever do

to make them despise me so

how they look down

at me

as if 

i'm nothing but a small

ant

doing everything, all the work

only to be laughed at

by the lazy grasshoppers.

they're traitors, no less.

fine.

let them

go
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just a little something on my mind right now.

-J