Nikka please! :)
HEY EVERYONE WHO KNOWS COURTNEY!!! HER STEPDAD IS THROWING HER A SUPRISE BDAY PARTY!! COME COME COME...[ IF YOU KNOW HER..EVEN IF YOU JUST MET HER!] ANYWAY..IT'S AT LIKE 8..IT'LL BE FUN....MORE DETAILS ARE TO COME!
This day has almost been beyond superb. I love it. I talked to a lot of old friends and reminisced about old times. It was so much fun!! I love when people tell me stuff like how they've missed me or something like that or things that they need to just get off their chest. It makes me feel more..i don't know. Anyway...i hope that yall have had a good day and continue to have one.
Love,
Lira
P.S.
I just ate my own words...
I just got this in an email...it's really good and worth your time for reading.
"Well, let me tell you, we got it all backward. the love songs and fairy tales are liars, barefaced liars. Do you know the story of Beauty and the Beast?"
"Yeah."
"Well, whoever wrote it got it all wrong. this is the way it should go. Beast is in the tower of the castle and he's given up. The last petal on the enchanted rose is about to fall off and he hasn't been loved by anyone. He's doomed to remain a beast for all eternity. Beauty is galloping to the castle on horseback. If I was writing it, I'd have Beauty take a wrong turn and go to the wrong castle and never arrive."
"Why? She was the only one who could save him."
"Aha! That's where it goes wrong. I'd have Beast watch the trembling last petal with great sorrow, believing that if he wasn't loved by someone he would be an ugly beast the rest of his life and never be loved, for who could love a beast? Then, suddenly, he'd realize that he was a person, and he could love himself. He'd quit thinking of himself as ugly and love himself for who he was. And bingo! Just as the last petal fell, he was transformed back into the prince, as normal and handsome as apple pie. He realized in time that he didn't need Beauty to save him. He had always had it within himself to overcome the spell."
"I can't love me like _________ can."
"Maybe not, but you don't need some dolly riding up on a white horse to give you value and self-worth . . . or make you lovable. We can accept ourselves unconditionally, the good, the bad and the ugly, and then we're not doomed unless someone else comes along to love us. No lollipop can give you your God-given value and worth . . or take it away. No girl gets a vote on whether you're lovable or not. And when you realize what a humdinger you are, nobody can turn you into a beast."
This day has almost been beyond superb. I love it. I talked to a lot of old friends and reminisced about old times. It was so much fun!! I love when people tell me stuff like how they've missed me or something like that or things that they need to just get off their chest. It makes me feel more..i don't know. Anyway...i hope that yall have had a good day and continue to have one.
Love,
Lira
P.S.
I just ate my own words...
I just got this in an email...it's really good and worth your time for reading.
"Well, let me tell you, we got it all backward. the love songs and fairy tales are liars, barefaced liars. Do you know the story of Beauty and the Beast?"
"Yeah."
"Well, whoever wrote it got it all wrong. this is the way it should go. Beast is in the tower of the castle and he's given up. The last petal on the enchanted rose is about to fall off and he hasn't been loved by anyone. He's doomed to remain a beast for all eternity. Beauty is galloping to the castle on horseback. If I was writing it, I'd have Beauty take a wrong turn and go to the wrong castle and never arrive."
"Why? She was the only one who could save him."
"Aha! That's where it goes wrong. I'd have Beast watch the trembling last petal with great sorrow, believing that if he wasn't loved by someone he would be an ugly beast the rest of his life and never be loved, for who could love a beast? Then, suddenly, he'd realize that he was a person, and he could love himself. He'd quit thinking of himself as ugly and love himself for who he was. And bingo! Just as the last petal fell, he was transformed back into the prince, as normal and handsome as apple pie. He realized in time that he didn't need Beauty to save him. He had always had it within himself to overcome the spell."
"I can't love me like _________ can."
"Maybe not, but you don't need some dolly riding up on a white horse to give you value and self-worth . . . or make you lovable. We can accept ourselves unconditionally, the good, the bad and the ugly, and then we're not doomed unless someone else comes along to love us. No lollipop can give you your God-given value and worth . . or take it away. No girl gets a vote on whether you're lovable or not. And when you realize what a humdinger you are, nobody can turn you into a beast."