Spontaneous Chatter-

Generally, when I cry out the expression of "ouch", I'm reflecting on physical pain. Like, "OUCH! Did I really just super glue my eye lids shut!?"

 [[[Well, I say ouch.]]]

Yes, ouch. Not so much to a physical ailment, but to an emotional one. Life is going to hurt once in awhile. You deal with it, and move on. 

But what happens when the wounds dwelling within your soul does more than just damage your feelings?

But it:

Demolishes your reputation, which you’ve worked so extraordinarily hard to keep clean.

Ends friendships, which once promised to be life-long.

Has people questioning your character, integrity, and how you live your life.

Is the last thing you think about as you cry yourself to sleep.

And is the first thing you think about when you wake up the next day.

Has people second-guessing your consistency of your faith.

Habitually having people give you judging stares.

Leads to life-long scars. Scars that will never go away.

Wastes your time. Time- that composes your life, wasting away because you’re too busy defusing rumors and crying in your Daddy’s arms.

 This all may make no sense to you. But if your ears have been open in the past six months, you’ve heard questionable, sketchy, far-stretched ideas, thoughts, jokes, rumors…lies. So whatever you’ve heard, I can almost promise you that it’s not true. It’s painful. It’s damaging. It’s wicked. And it’s not ok.

My prayer is that you would seek me out to verify what you hear, and not assume it’s true. And that you would recognize my cry, and discontinue rumors, that simply- are not true. 

I don't blog anymore.

In the mountains!- far far away from connection with the human world!!!
Email me! I'm bored!! Please! I beg you!!! For my sanity's sake!

The story goes a lil something like this....

Setting: the styffe family kitchen, Halloween eve of the eve, midnight.

Antagonist: hot glue gun

Protagonist: well me, duh.


long story short:

burnt my knee. It's a 2nd degree burn with a whole bunch of unattractive blisters. I have legit looking bandages all over though. That's a plus? But now, my only dream for life, is gone! I can't be a knee model.

I tell you people that I will blog more often, and that miss. erica will assist me... the time will come... i promise.... just not right now.... until then, here's somethings you've missed out on in my life:

 In a short while (((aka whenever I get around to it)))

-Homecoming, Rachel? 

enter the dangerous, nit-picky, damaging world of modeling? 

me + boys that are friends = disasters.