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You have to get lost before you find yourself.
John Green, Paper Towns (via wordsnquotes)
Conforming
• As a “human being” we are all subjected to lables that we are born into. (let me explain)
° Turns out that since I was born with what we all call a vagina, i have to be labeled under “women” or “female”. Now why must this be? ° Same thing with the “opposite” gender aka “men” “male” whatever it is that you call it. ° Why as people are we born into such horrid stereotypes that put us into categories based on how we look?
- As a human, i live on planet earth, i yes have a vagina but why do I have to dress as my stereotype? Why can’t I like the same sex? Why am I not allowed to be my own individual person? Why is it abnormal to be my own unique person. I always wonder what everyone else thinks. I sit and question everything, which gets the best of me if you would and sure we have some scientific answers to the world’s most common questions, but where do the answer’s actually come from? Who are we? Like how come there are millions of different species on this planet, but only us humans seem to be able to control everything on this planet besides mother nature?
I hate when people put labels on each other and pick out what is right for you to do if your this gender or you can’t do a certain thing based on if you have a dick or a vagina you know and its just SO frustrating. Let us be who we want, gender has nothing to do with ANYTHING.
Sludge
I looked up to you, you were once my hero. I was your side kick, i loved to hangout with you. Watch wrestling, practice the moves and then fall alseep. You tried so hard for my brother and I, you should have been known as the dad of the century. You worked long hours, busting your ass for us. So we could have a warm bed to sleep in and food in our tummy even if it meant you went hungry for the night. After long days at work you come home, make dinner and tell us bedtime stories. Mom was not mature enough to handle 2 kids. You used to be my best friend. Then you met the worst possible human. She wasn't even suppose to stay long in your life, and yet she stayed long enough to turn everything around into a complete mess. You seemed to never pay close attention to us anymore. You stopped asking important questions. You didn't even know who we were anymore. It was like living with a complete stranger. The person I once was inseparable from became I steanger. I stopped feeling the love, i stopped feeling like we were important to you. I felt lonely, I got depressed, i started to hate myself. You stopped caring and reassuring us when things got tough. I constantly felt abandoned and pushed to the side. Now years later, I ache from the pain you've caused. I no longer feel like I'm a person. I no longer want any part of you. I try to numb the pain, but it isn't always easy. It isn't easy actually, and it constantly bothers me that I can't go to you for anything. I miss old times, I miss you, my father. Someone I don't know anymore. You've left me, you've left Tyler and you've left yourself. Thanks for making our lives so great. Thanks for giving us all you did. I appreciate you, i just have lost respect for you.
I'm sick of seeing all the same quotes and images. I'm sick of the same content in everyone of them. It's all the same, how come no one can write from what's inside them. Like fricken create something new.
Thoughts
I think one of the hardest things is to shut off your mind when random horrible thoughts creep into your mind, out of no where you feel like complete shit. Like you want to be anyone but yourself. You feel like everything and everyone hates you and your mind won't stop repeating a cycle of nasty things. It's been happening to me alot, since I stopped taking my medicine. Not by choice, my insurance. I've been crying the past 2 nights for no reason at all, and tonight I've had to stop myself from crying because I don't want my girlfriend to think I'm weak. At moments im like what the heck im awesome. but there are too many not so good moments when all I want to do is die.
Limits
Everyone has their limits, everyone holds their breath until they can’t take it anymore and snap. Sometimes it comes out as anger, sometimes it comes out as tears and sometimes it’s silence. When I was a kid I used to be the silent hurt, i wouldnt tell anyone what I was thinking or feeling. I’m still like that, but sometimes I do speak up for myself, and well im always the bad guy. When I speak with anger it’s because I’ve held it in so long I can’t take it any longer, my words get twisted and my mind collapses. I get this sudden rage that consumes my whole being and im un able to breathe. And when I cry it’s because I’ve been holding in so much anger that my body physically can’t take it anymore longer and I explode into waterfalls drowning my pores. That’s how it is. Sure some people will call it short tempered, but it takes alot for me to actually snap.
The End of the Road
How do you know when it's your time; your time to shine, your time to do everything you've ever wanted. Does something hold you back? Are you too insecure to speak up for the things that inspire you? Or are you afraid you're not good enough to fit the position? Maybe you don't have the money to go to college, work, study and start your dream perfession. So what does that mean for you. You work long hours at a job you hate to fill the shoes of someone you've never wanted to be because you were given no choice. Life's not fair and it never makes much sense. The American dream is in no way a perfect life. And these days it's only a glimpse of our imagination, a "perfect" life specifically. There is no such thing as a perfect life, life is a shit hole most of the time. A surprise date or a beautiful bird chirps by your window is what makes life meaningfull. Not what job you have or your annual income. Not the car you drive or the clothes you wear. You make your life, what you put in is what you get out. Do your best to do things that make you happy, don't worry about what others think. One life, one love.