My name is Makayla Juel. I don't live a life filled with the experiences of joy, peace, and love. I create my own joy, peace, and love. Tho that is not always enough to drown out what is reality when the dream is only alive when who I am finds a breif moment to out shine the disgues for which I created so I could protect the people I would do anything for dont see that their protector can not find the strenght to scream when the flood is to strong for her to swim to the surface.
I only write about what inspires me or interprets an illiustration of what i feel. I might sound like a freak but i know i am. I know im a crazy ass bitch who will do all in her power to take away your pain and bare it as her own so you can feel free of a nightmare that she will let haunt her forever. I am the girl who never asks for anything in return, just that you trust her to help you through your own personal hell.
Love is a foreign emotional passtime that i have never really experienced upon a deeper level then my close friends. What is it? How does it feel to be in love? Is it as they say a poettical phonomenom that is more beautiful to behold then even the sunset?
What is it like to be told your beautiful? For someone you care for to have only eyes for you? Whats it like to not be afraid of people knowing your passion is something that is beyond the walls of academicly excellerated pupils that turn a blind eye to the ones who need help off the ground?

You do not have to answer my questions. I just had to put them down somewhere.