Thursday, February 19, 2015
The minute I stopped that, I met her.
It hasn't been long, but I'm in love.
I know I'll marry her.
I tell her this everyday and I just see a smile creep across her face.
She makes my pulse quicken, she is the drug in me.
I've never felt so fucking good before in my life.
I still have my bad days but I'm not going to lie to you and say they aren't terrible.
She is the greatest thing I've ever encountered in my life.
She is broken, like me. Instead of putting myself back together and wondering why I'm empty, I find her pieces go really well with my own.
One day she'll give me children, and I'll be the happiest person alive. I live for her, I live to make her smile, and I live because she keeps my heart beating with joy and laughter, instead of pain and anger.
I do not know if you'll read this, but I love you.
If you haven't told the person that means the most to your heart, the you should. Take a minute, call them, text them, skype them, write them a fucking letter.
I'm lucky to have met you while I'm still young.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Somethings are the hardest to survive.
When you go to someone and explain that grandpa isn't coming back. Or that you don't know how to comfort a friend when they lose a loved one.
I've most my uncle, as you'd know as I've written about it before. It felt like my heart was ripped from my chest.
A friend of mine lost her father, to ab very Long and drawn out battle with cancer. I cannot fathom the amount of pain and relief she is feeling within herself. If losing my uncle was like getting my heart ripped out of my chest, then what was she feeling?
Only way I can describe it is having something force it's hand into your chest and slowly tightening it's grip around your heart and then tugging it when it can't grip any tighter, and building up speed and momentum until it finally rips it out.
I feel the overwhelming sense of sorrow, pain, and confusion.
Thank you for reading, please leave your thoughts in the comment section.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
So let me put this straight.
Just because you aren't commercializing, being butthurt over, or acting uber patriotic doesn't mean you aren't any less American or a communist.
Metaphorically speaking, 9/11, is the action of a rock being thrown, al queada (however the hell it is spelled) threw it, and the U.S. being the kid who got hit.
Mind you when it happened the US walked up to al queada and broke both of their hands. Now every year cries about it and sells T-shirts.
Don't forgive, don't forget, just stop the hate and stop worrying about filling your wallets.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
I feel as though my life is a constant disappointment.
Never really, never truly being satisfied with where I'm at in life. I fear deeply that this avarice is just the beginning, a growing uncontrollable hunger.
It comes down to money. I'm starting to lose my wits about it all again. As I've done time and time before.
I feel isolated, I'm told I never relax by my significant other. Well, she says I only relax in intimate settings.
I try so hard to let go, but I cannot seem to drop my guard, well completely drop it. Always on edge, ready to act as quickly as my body responds to the electronic waves my brain produces.
I find it upsetting.
I find my self upsetting. To my own being, others, even my cats are upset with me. (Or is that just cats in general)
I'm going to try harder to indulge in things I enjoy. Such as writing, directing, acting, singing, dancing, blogging, and vlogging.
If at all interested, my endeavors will be posted to my youtube channel I hope you find these videos mildly enjoyable, if not I'd much love constructive criticism.
Thank you for reading,
Friday, August 30, 2013
In retrospect I've been a terrible person/friend. Well, in my perspective. It just might have something to do with depression and the fact I abhore myself.
I know once I get the upper hand, I'll hell all whom have helped me. I'm still in the process of finding my niche on here.
Those of you who have actually followed my posts, thank you.