I stood over my fathers body as they asked me to sign the forms. I could barely see past my own tears. I only had 29 fucking years. It wasn’t fair and I wasn’t ready. How does a man who was so strong fall so quickly? I miss his voice and I miss his hugs but I know that I am stronger. I’m stronger because of him. When I look at my brothers I see his light and strength shining through them and I know we will be ok but in this moment I am lost. I wish just for a moment I could feel his hug and hear his voice.
Vocalizing my rage for a corrupt system won’t do be a bit of good. Attempting to understand why certain corporations see fit to screw over the people who are part of making these corporations function on a daily basis is pointless. I very much plan on raging. Bitching, moaning, and realizing that I am but a small piece of this shit storm of a society we ALL exist in is just part of being a citizen of a first world nation that allows the man with the bigger stick to beat the man with no stick.
In short… This little person will be arming her self with a very big stick. I won’t be caught with out said stick ever again.
I can’t hide it very well. My heart is racing the moment I think about what she did. My teeth grit and my fists clench. I grin and bear it because, what else can I do? She’s a swarthy cunt of a human being who can do nothing other than put me down and insult me for who I am… in my own home nonetheless!!!!
What pisses me off… I usually don’t give a single fuck what people think. I guess when it’s your own blood the connection that is torn apart just hurts a bit more at times.
Words are one thing; actions are another. When they combine they have the power to confuse, contort and regulate what you thought was real.
I literally couldn’t be more stressed than I am right now. Both eyes are twitching and I need to choke someone
I miss him
The boy I had a crush on is out, proud and fabulous.
The two guys I was always scared to talk to because they were so cool admitted that they had crushes on me. *palmface*
The girls who I felt were bitchy and never had time for anyone but themselves made sure to make everyone feel happy, welcome, and comfortable.
The judgments of our pasts are jaded by the judgments on ourselves. Once we finally realize that we are all flawed adults we can all drink, smoke, talk and laugh about everything that makes us wonderful.
High school reunion success…
Today was just another example of how we sometimes forget that there are so many in our corner just waiting to be tagged in.