I'm too tired to care right now...

It's the breeze that swiftly moves throw the open windows as I pass through the twighlight lit streets, that remind me of what I once believed as the " beautiful theory". This was a childhood concoction that stated things in this world where not simply "pretty" and "Ugly" but rather, all "Beautiful" in their own little ways. Probably because I was never a popular child, I believed this for a very long time. After working in a store where you see much more than the normal amount of the earths rejects, you begin to look for the very ugly seed in most everybody. After a month or so learning what it really means to be an ugly person myself, I have learned one valuable lesson: We all are beautiful, it's only ugly people who can see the ugly in you, but it takes a truly beautiful person to see even the smallest bit of beauty in the ugliest of people. I definently am not one of those people, but there are days where I am dead tired from the last verbal assault of the night, and in will stroll this person who has this smile, this look, this something that makes me smile, giggle, be happy, be the person who wants to go on living again. I miss these people, I am one who seeks ugly in most but knows there must be more. I guess that means there's hope for me after all!