I know of no problem that food can not fix
I hate how it’s always the loudest, whiniest and most obnoxious people who get attention and help for their problems. I’m not implying that people should be able to read minds of others when things are not okay but I’m saying that people need to be more observant and considerate. I have little pity in people who are always being so forceful for attention over small details such as the weather and boys.
It just sucks investing so much love and happiness into something to then only have it gone.
I find it humorous that the men who feel the need to constantly prove to the world that they’re masculine and straight are the ones consistently talking and joking about dicks
Today sucks. There’s a million things I have to do, and a million things I haven’t done but you know what? I can do it because I’ve done it before and in the moment of my last challenge I felt as though nothing would get me through. But here I am, now contemplating my next challenge, a second challenge I thought I would have never arrived to.
..and for only when bad things role around do we notice or appreciate all the good aspects within our lives. Regret that we didn’t appreciate them more or take the time to simply breath. And now I see things in a different light, always appreciating boredom and silence, as these spaced moments can not be without a blank mind.
With obstacles within our lives we are able to gain strength. Evolution from fear to taking things head on, no worries. Today is beautiful and I am able to breath. How lucky am I.
Hell yeah! Everyone follow Caisha, she’s like the prettiest girl I know literally and she loves animals. Also, she likes spongebob and she is like identical to me internally so if you enjoy me you’ll enjoy Caisha. If you don’t enjoy me, you’ll still enjoy Caisha.
We have all these memories, quirks, movements, times of the day, and responses that nobody else will ever understand. That’s what makes our relationship special. We experienced moments that nobody could try to re-live. It was a one time thing and I’m glad it happened. Loving and missing you Sushi.
To my darling boy whom I love and adore, my world shattered the day you left my arms. How I would give anything in this world to get you back. It’s painful to forget when every little thing reminds me of an aspect of your personality or a memory I wish I was able to relive. You changed my world in ways you wouldn’t understand, no day was sad when you were there. In situations like these, you would be the one I’d cry to and I suppose that’s what makes it harder. You provided unconditional love and in return I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love you.
My world is so different now, bare and stripped. I see everything through cloudy glass. It’s hard to be okay when I know life will never be as perfect as they were when you were around. How hard it is to even remember your face, only devastation and reality to knowing you are gone. That’s what’s making it slightly okay for now, not facing the reality of it, partial denial.
What do people do in situations like these? I just wish I was able to say goodbye one more time, hug you forever and make sure you’d be okay. I hope your okay where you are at this moment, I hope you can somehow see how much of an impact you’ve made leaving and how much I truly loved you.
My darling boy, I’ll always remember you, there won’t be a day that you leave my mind. The sun seems so pointless knowing you can’t see it too.
I love you more than anything, love your forever mother and best friend.
I hate alcohol. I think it’s unfair that it’s become a way of ‘socialising’ and apart of culture. I hate all the problems it creates, I hate all the excuses people make to redeem their actions. I hate that it’s expected to drink and you’re the social outcast if you’re against it. Even adults pity your discussion. I hate the fine line between a couple of drinks and becoming completely drunk, and the little control people have. I hate how people change and a sudden feeling of unsafe emerges. I hate how it destroys people mentally and physically and I hate that it’s so accepted. I hate most that I’m the only person in this world to be anti-alcohol and that it creates a consistent theme of exclusion.
You’re going to hell anyway.