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Paige Jan 2017
Being single forever does not mean there is no value to my life.
I'm used to this independence and I don't want it to change.
It does not mean that I think I'm ugly;
For I believe that I have a beautiful soul and have been blessed with attractive physical features.
It does not mean that I'm anti-men.
It means that I don't need a man to return the love that I have give to people everyday.
It does not mean that I stay inside.
I thrive off of travel and multiple personalities.
It means that I am an advocate for self love and soul searching.
Paige Mar 2016
I noticed you afar in your tainted uniform and deeply ironed apron.
When you walked with swagger and a little confidence, your dark hair stayed in place and reflected from your sunrise brown eyes.
Straight shoulders that arched your back and showed the bottom of your rose tattoo on your right bicep.
You approached me with that cocky charming waiter boy attitude,
sparkling white teeth and cunning smile.
Definitely a University boy
Can't be no older than 22
I slipped in a couple questions along with my order.
Are you local?
college boy?
I'm not an expert at flirting and you can probably tell that I haven't before.
You went easy on me.
"I board at the University ten blocks from here, but live three blocks from the diner. I crash at my mom's occasionally, but I like college."
You made it look like you were doing work by filling up sugar canisters.
I was enjoying the coffee too much.

It was 2:45.
You got off at 3.
I grabbed a pen and wrinkled napkin on the corner of the table.
I dotted my "I"s with stars and wrote 10 digits meticulously with a steady right hand.
You handed me the check and walked cooly back to the cash register.
Time was ticking, but I didn't want to be desperate.
I flicked my long straight black hair to my shoulder so it could bring out my eyeliner.
I walked to the register and nochalantly gave you the check.
I smiled and gave you the tip.
You threw the tip aside as the register flung open and held the written napkin in the light.
I walked out in confidence and exactly at 3:00.
Paige Jan 2016
Dear 13,
       If I had any advice for you it's this; get ready to fight. **** is coming around the corner for you real soon and I advise you to get more resilient. Guys are not out to get you. I know all the boys say ignorant **** to you, but get used to it until you're done high school. People are different when you leave high school, especially boys. Guys will want to talk to you (just on a friend level), so stop with your narrow minded misandrist thoughts.
       You're going to have to grow up quicker than most of your friends and that's okay. Don't spend so much time by yourself. Take the bus and train more to the city to visit your family. Get to know them now before you turn 17. Don't try to act tough, you are tough. High school is a joke. Spend more time in band and don't be afraid of being a band geek.
       You're serious, so loosen up. You only get to **** up a couple of times, and that's what the teen years are for. (Best to do it before you turn 18). Don't get too fired up and in a rage over high school. Most of the kids are *** holes who have no idea what the hell they're doing.
       Hug your mom more. She's one tough cookie and loves you beyond the stars. You're going to lose some friends, but it's okay because they'll come back to their senses and spend time with you again. Thrive off of heartbreak. Embrace it. You'll turn out to be a more loving person than most of your friends that closed themselves off when they got hurt.
        Start singing now! Start the lessons! You have potential and you will have a way better voice than starting at 16.
        Don't date in high school. I can tell you that not dating in high school was the best decision. With everything going on, it's best to wait.
        Don't worry, you're going to be able to graduate high school despite the financial situation. Mom is going to do all that she can to keep you in high school. (Don't worry, you'll be able to go to Community College and get your Associate's Degree on time as well).
        Open up more to your mom. Beg her to let you use transportation on your own. And by God, LEARN TO DRIVE AT 16. DO NOT WAIT UNTIL 18. The early driving experience will pay off (and you'll be less scared on the road). Don't be afraid of making mistakes. Take it with a grain of salt. It's better to make mistakes now than when you are 20.
        You'll get to travel a lot. MAKE SURE YOU BLOG ALL OF IT AT ONCE BEFORE YOU LOSE THE PICTURES AND CAN'T FIND THEM. :(
        All of your cousins are going to start having kids in 2 years and start dropping out of school. Don't judge them. Don't get too attached to the situation. Some of them mature and some of them do not. It's their life. Get closer with their kids. They are going to lose most of their friends when they get pregnant and they are going to need you. They'll appreciate it.
         Don't get a MySpace and throw out those cheap plastic gold hoop earrings immediately. Throw out all of that black make up ****. It makes you look whiter than Gandalf.
         Your teen years are not going to be like High School Musical or any other teen movie. It's going to be a rough patch, but be sure to laugh because it's really not that bad. Make sure you rise above your struggle because they will use you as an example as someone who made it.
         By the way, you get your dream car, you get to go to your dream university, and you get to move where your family is. Everything that you work for eventually comes to place.

With Love,
20
Paige Dec 2015
I'm not tough like them.
I'm not aggressive like them.
I'm not mixed like them.
I'm not beautiful like them.
I'm nothing like them.
And it kills me that I'll always be overlooked by them.
Paige Nov 2015
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.

Repeat.

Eat
School
Sleep

Repeat.

Robotic Routine.
Robotic Movements.
Robotic Thinking.
I'm not meant to exist.
*I'm meant to live.
Paige Oct 2015
You should smile more.
It creates a rippling effect greater than that dark waves of your hair.
Your voice puts me in a monotonous trance.
It wakens up my soul yet could put me in a lucid dream.

That colorful sleeve on your arm reveals your true beauty
Although I cannot decipher it.
It has a way of speaking to me;
           Who you are.
Paige Jun 2015
The sweltering Florida sun beats on my head.
Can it sweat the alcohol out my body?
My headache declines
As thunder inclines
And groan at the sight of lightning bolting into Poseidon's sea.
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