I suppose it's true what they say. Everyone has beauty, but in their own way. But I don't see my beauty anywhere. I can't find it. My love tells me it's there. It's hard to believe it when I can't see it, when I have never saw it. I hated my appearance all my life. I watched America's Top Model yesturday and the day before that. [I saw Jeffree Star in the audience, with his pink hair, he sticks out] It makes me want to be even more beautiful. And makes me more sad, that I can't be that beautiful. I wouldn't want to be a model, but I want to be beautiful like one.

I just got off the phone with my love, and we were on the phone for three hours. Thats a really long time. We don't normally talk that long. Normally we both get quiet, but not this time.

Anyways.....Today I am tired. I don't feel like typing anymore for this blog. But I am going to abuse the draft thing alot more. SO I will be able to edit alot, and stuff.