The color Green

I am green from my eyes to my roots, Ireland flows through my blood. I carry strong feelings for those whom have stood close to me in times of need. The ones who would bend over backwards just to see my smile. I am envious to those around me. Those who have strong outer shells and layers inside that no one can break. My peers, my friends, my family; they all have something I lack, but something I should not have because it is for them.
Harmony is not something you may find in my everyday living. It's not usually about "please" and "thank you", but more of "shut up" and "I hate you". I wish harmonious acts could bleed through the white dress the covers over my jealous body, and take over with peace. Jealousy is not something to be proud of, but is just another flower branched from my tree of life.
My youth is something that reflects off anyone, and brings a sharp glow into their hearts. It is inspiring to the ones around me, and almost like a cold- too hard not to catch. I am subtle in my words, and courageous in my actions. I convey myself through both, and I face the consequences for them as well. My life is full of twists and turns. It's full of road blocks, and one ways streets. However, the streets are never empty, you can always find a gentle soul awaiting my freshness to each day.

Important object.

I have a teddy bear named Howie who is very important to me. He is a soft golden curly haired bear with dark black eyes and a perfect round nose. Howie was given to me when I was four on Christmas day. I fell in love with him as soon as I opened to the box. His large ears popped out over the tissue paper and felt like velvet against my hand. Howie has been through ups and downs with me, along side me through anything. He is my security bear, a raggedy old thing with a comfortable feeling.
When I was young I was terrified of the dark, and so you could always find Howie clenched between my clammy hands until I could see the sun rise through my window. He went everywhere with me. Howie visited places like the grocery store, my Grandma's, the mall, and many other car traveled places. We use to sit in McDonald's and eat our french fries and play with our Happy Meal toy. I use to hold his hand when we went across the street, I did not want him getting hit by a car. We use to play tea party in the back yard on warm spring days, and jumped in leaves on cool fall mornings.
Today Howie mainly resides on my bed, up against my pillows. One thing that has not changed is that when night falls you can still find Howie squeezed between my arms under the covers. He brings a secure feeling to me. I understand I will not always be able to have Howie around, but for right now I can, and I enjoy it. I have become very attached to him, different then becoming attached to a human. I feel good knowing I can curl up at night and smooch my face into his fuzzy gold locks. Howie is a very important object to me, and I will always have him somewhere close by.