Dear Life,

Not really. I honestly don't have a specific kind of guy I look for. It depends on the guy himself.

Ask away :)

hmm...
Personality: sarcastic (cause I actually love that...), playful, protective, honest. He's gotta be chill, no drama.
Looks: tall? Yepp...

Ask away :)

Dear Beathan,

Is it possible that man, possible that man can be good? Or can at least create something good? Did you purposely allow us to do some many wrongs because you had faith in us from the start?

Did you have some knowledge that after all of our evils, we could do something fantastic? Take fireworks for example. I mean, sure they can be dangerous....but they are so beautiful. These man made explosives are one of the most sought out and magical creations ever invented.

Dear Beathan,

Isn't nature beautiful? Thank you for making nature so pulchritudinous. It drives us into a magical world. Of faeries and pixies and of beautiful things. To a world so untouched...but then we came along. You gave us life...and we destroyed the life that lived before us.

Why do the living destroy the world? Why did you give us this need to be powerful and want to destroy it? Why do we have the undying need to create an empire to dominant all that we believe is under us?

It's so nice outside, but the air is filled with pollution. We did that Beathan. You let us do it. Why do you allow such power struggle? Was it your way of punishing us...letting us destroy everything...so we are left with nothing?...

Well then. That's the only question's I have come up with today...so dear Beathan good day.

Dear Beathan,

Why can't you be good to people? What makes you judge who deserves happiness, and those who do not? How do you make that decision? There are really great people out there you know...and they don't deserve it.

Why do Father's not love their daughters? A Father shouldn't tell his daughter that it's her fault for their lack of love. He shouldn't tell her that she doesn't make time, when he's the one who fails to answer the countless calls. Fathers shouldn't play favorites. Whether it be the youngest, or the eldest or the son. He should love equally, and totally each one the same. But that's not the case though is it Beathan.

Parents in general shouldn't play sides, one shouldn't be placed higher then the other on the pedestal. There shouldn't have to contest on whether "they love me more" or "they like me better". Children shouldn't have to battle for the crown of the family favorite, the one the holds the power.

You know what I mean right Beathan? How the one child would be blamed for everything because others is unable to do any wrong. It's common, you know? To see family break apart, for the way they were behaving. It's sad really, but hey...that's your call.

Why do our emotions control everything we do. Or how they effect the decisions me make.I find emotions tend to hold to much power. To the point of physical illness, were they take on a palpable matter. It's almost as if the emotion discomfort the soul experiences becomes the body's disease. Tearing us through inside out.

I don't understand, why it becomes so important. Why these feelings we feel, this prevalent emotions are the fuel we thrive on, on which we base all our devotions. Ugh. Please help me understand Beathan. Don't we deserve even a small explaination.

Dear Life,

Why are you so complicated? Why are you so filled with trials and tribulations.
What drives you to be so difficult? How is it, you can stand to keep people on horrible roller coasters?

It's not fun you know. To walk the halls of a high school. Knowing every step you take is watched. Every move you make is judged. Every word you say is criticized. A place built on social status, physical appearance and social value. It's not overly enjoyable when you feel so out of place, in a group of people so very much like you. It's true.

If you think about it...everyone is the same. I mean we are all fighting and striving for the exact same thing. We all want to be accepted. We all want to be loved. We all want to be successful, we all want to make others proud. We want to be proud of ourselves. If our goals are so striking similar why must we be so judgmental so bent on making the other fail.

Why life? Is it because we are selfish? Is it because we want so much to be success that we will utterly destroy anyone in our way. Tell me life...cause I want to know.

Do you even know Life? Or are you as clueless as we are... that's not so far fetched is it life?

Life...we should give you another name...a nickname ...an alias..what should it be.
Beathan. Your name shall be Beathan. Deprived from the Gaelic term Beatha meaning Life.

Why is the world so caught up in sex...I mean sex used to be sacred...now its just another thing....just some thing people do. Teenagers do it...to keep attention..or stay in a relationship. Sex to have babies...too trap their partners...and not only teenagers do that.

Why do lives die young? Why do such promising lives have to be taken? Those who deserve the best and die from such excruciating pain....causing suffocating silence...resulting in a lifeless form? A form rushed to the hospital in hopes of a beating heart but ending in a flat lined EKG.

I attended my first funeral today Beathan. I did not know the boy. He was 18, ready to graduate and a totally genius. He was in a coffin, a closed coffin. His family was in the front pews, all tearful...all broken. He had three brothers...a mother...a father...and he was taken. Beathan...was that you? Why would you take away his chance...he was so smart...a brilliant individual. Sweet...and he touched so many hearts...just...why?


Beathan...are you listening? Do you even give a damn?