The nineteenth and twentith centuries was home to countless emerging empires. Latin America along with the Middle East shared several similarites as nation states yet the differed in how they were developed from a nation state to an empire.
Behind the emerge of both Latin America and the Middle East laid a foundation set up by chrismatic revolutionary leaders. In Latin America, the credit belonged to Simon Bolivar. He not only lead the independence of several different coutries he was also a persuasive speak who spoke of and for indepedence. He had made such an impact on nation-building in the region he is known in Latin America as "the liberator". ALso, the ciutry of Boliva is named in his honor. In the Middle East, Nasser takes credit for uprising his nation's status into an independent and regional power. A young officer in the Egyptian army, he had gain power over his country by a military usurp. Nasser secured the Middle east through his action in taking the Suez Canal from and England And France. Both nation-states adored their leaders for they appealed to popular desires and spoke the correct words at the correct time.

Latin America and the Middle East also share other aspects besides from sucessful leaders. Both nations have an abundant resource of natural products. Latin America offers gold, tin, uranium, lead, petroleum, and matural gas, just to name a few. The Middle East offers natural oil and gas for automobiles and homes. Both nations are fairly large and in some parts of the nations the places are considered second and third world therefore leading to stubbornly high unemplyment rate.
The differences between Latin America the Middle east were also apparent. Latin America had been influenced by American political influence and ecomnical takeover while the Middle East had extensive political influence from Africa. Latin America has also managed to move from authoritatrian to democratic polities, whereas the Middle East has opt to keep their citizens free from the fear of crime.
Before and after the revlutions for independence is Latin American and the Middle east strike both resembalance and differences.

I tend to go home after school and neglect my cellphone. Before, people use to text me and they’d intertwine me into their conversations about the dumbest subjects and I’d play along; pretending to exert interest in pure nonsense but somewhere, I just stopped. I stop replying to the texts and if a reply was typed, usually it was one worded.

I don’t go out much and it’s funny because I used to dream about the day I’d finally be free to do whatever likings was in mind. I decline sweetly, sometimes harshly and abruptly, because of reasons I’ve never expressed. I never express why because it’s pathetic, the reasons I harbor inside stay personal for a reason. Some give me shit about it, they rant about how I always say no and I stay silent. Not because I’m speechless because it’s worthless trying to convey my reasons into their understanding.

Eventually, the texts stop arriving. The inviters stop inviting and the reasons remain secrets.

Fish and other seafood related items.

Last night, the feeling causally waltzed into my mind but unlike other nights, I refused for it to linger longer than a couple of seconds. I guess sometimes you get so used to an emotion that you’re not even aware that it’s present until you cast your mind on it but then other times, you get fed up. You get tired of running your motor on the same engine knowing that it’ll never run, that you’re basically wasting valuable gas on a ancient engine. You get tired, so you stop thinking. You lie in the dark, waiting for the walls to speak again.

Once again, I find myself sitting at the dock squinting my eyes on the sun’s reflection on these water droplets. This withering pool of fish is bothersome, why can’t these fish act in chivalrous manners. I cast my line yet nothing bites. Suppose my bait was good enough before yet now the bait lies stale underneath the aqua surface.

My bait isn’t the prettiest, eye-catching, jaw droppingest bait out there, but at least it’s genuine.

Look at you, falling back into the path of sweet words and short lasting euphoria. I could say that I'm surprised but that's a lie and I only lie to others not myself.

Life's a puzzle.

For a short time, a few simple complicated weeks, I thought he fit the puzzle of Love perfectly. Obviously, I was wrong because our stroll today painted a different picture than the vivid picture hung in my heart but I am not bitter. To him, I own a lot.
I will explain tomorrow.

I saw her last night. I don't believe she recognize who I was. I wonder if he pointed me out. I saw him last night. We were in separate groups yet in the same row, watching the same movie experiencing the same jumps due to exaggerated screams.

They were together. I felt nothing. This is it. This is the sign I've been waiting for. I believe I am no longer on the same page I began on when school first began, I believe there are no longer new emotions only old ones which will evidently never fade, but that's fine.

I am happy for them, honestly.

I am happy for me. No longer held back by the ball and chains of haunting emotions.

I am a free bird. Finally.

Scattered thoughts.

What if I lost it. What if I went completely berserk and spoke without thinking. What if I knew no hurt and experienced no pain, what if I lived a life worth living not a sheltered one. What if I spoke with bitterness towards the bitter ones, what if I used soft words towards the ones who hurt me most. What if I said what I really wanted to say and cared less about other’s opinions. What if I became a hunter and chased you down until you gave in. What if I didn’t take no as an answer and pursued forcefully.

Fuck, what am I turning into? I’m turning into a hermit with no shell. I’m turning into a person with worries about everyone and everything. I think I’m growing up at a pace faster than I can follow.

I didn’t even try and I give up, I was right all along. A male of his worth is unreachable, how I could’ve possibly think I could obtain his affection I don’t know. This is just infatuation; he is wonderful because he is rare. A gem that shines a bit to brightly for my eyes.

I am lovely. Even with smears cast across my life story. One day, I will share me with somebody, someone marvelous. Somebody indescribable, a person worth calling a friend.