&& as the night went on so did all the thoughts in my head. It was kinda like everything overtook me and I was stuck with things I didn’t wanna think about. Things that made me cry. Things i been trying to forget. && things that made me questioned everything.. I’m tired of people and how inconsiderate they are. How everything is about them and if for one second its not, the world will end. && how is it that I feel sooooo lost with out something that was never mine?! I mean I don’t get it. But then again I never get much of anything. I never get why people choose me as a second choice. I never get why I’m always the one that has to get hurt. I never get why I feel so alone. I never get it. Ever.
Its all so crazy. How everything works. How one second your in love and the next your heart is crushed into a million pieces. Or how one second you think your finally about to stand up on your own but then you fall right back to where you were. Or how one second everything is color but then you turn your back and its black and white. I never understand. I know God brings people into our life’s to hurt us, lie to us, leave us, and put us through hell just to build us into who we are meant to be. But when does the building end? How much more building do I need before I come crumbling down? && these memories. Its like I’m there all over again and I can feel every ache and every crease from my smile. I can feel the wind taking me away and the tears falling from my eyes. && see I think its crazy. How one thing links you to the past and it sucks you in late at night as you try to fall asleep. But your mind has different plans rather than sleeping and forgetting the world. && Tonight you lie awake with questions you will never get answers for, tears that will never stop rolling, and a heart that will keep repiecing itself together because it refuses to let you stop moving forward and that’s the key to it all… to keep moving forward even when the weight is holding you back. There. I’m done. Night.
One day, I’ll be the one for someone and who I am will be more than enough for them. && one day when I find that person, I’m never letting go. Cause this whole, people playing games/lying/making up pitiful excuses just isn’t flying with me anymore. #sofedup #smile #ohwell
Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
What does it say about society when a group of adults could stand to take a lesson in humanity from a class of preschoolers?Words cannot express how happy this makes me.
WHAT A CUTIE