Arie Belle Blog

Sometimes you forget about your past for awhile, you forget that so many things used to be wrong and crazy, and you forget how miserable life used to be because life is so sweet now.  But then there are those moments when you reach into the basket and fish something out  that in an instant brings you back to a moment,  to a feeling, to a memory that happened over two years ago.  I reached into that basket and out of it I pulled an old notebook A notebook that I wrote nasty letters to my parents where I made lists of the reasons I should run away and where I blamed them for my problems It was a notebook filled with hate and with confusion. Oh how blind I was, I was traversing down a path of stupidity, ditching my own family for another without thinking twice. I was being brainwashed by my lover, who would tell me what I should say and why I should leave He made me think my parents were the enemy How could I have believed him? ...

I grew up in a constant journey for happiness, Always searching for somebody or something to find comfort in throughout the years in which I felt so lonely.  ☯ Its so sad that no one and no thing, ever beat the feeling I felt from the pipe, the bottle, the pills and later on the can.  ☯ All I ever wanted from that hit was a feeling of happiness, but with every hit, I ran farther and farther from t he true happiness I once felt long ago, and closer and closer to the misery of the addiction I came to know so well in the early teen years of my life.  ☯ I beleive us unfortunates, addicted at a young age, are like the moon as it chases the sun in the night sky. We run, chasing happiness not knowing the sad truth, that even though we might catch glimpses of it ever so often, we won’t truly ever grasp it. ☯ We as humans of this beautiful planet, Search and search for something we already have, Happiness sits inside us, waiting for us to find it, constant...