Mostly random and naive. A bit of bravery with a dash of my beloved.
Forget the bad things for they make you bitter.
Bathe in the good things for they make you joyful.
If you ever learn anything from Stan Lee, learn this:
People can make you angry.
They can push you down and treat you terribly.
They’ll shove you around for any true or false reasoning that they can find.
No matter what.
NO MATTER WHAT!
You always have a choice.
It is your choice in how you react to how people treat you.
Only you have the choice to remain a true and good person.
Only you can choose to be a villain.
*weird potato face with some gurgling and snorting*
Just a little, why!
Reblog if your cramps have ever
- made you vomit
- lasted between 2-3 days
- stopped you from being able to walk or run
- made you cry
It’s not considered a viable excuse on any occasion, and I would like to know why.
- woken you up at night the pain was so bad
- made you pass out
- made you unable to stand up without doubling over and grabbing onto the closest object for support
Makes you feel like an Alien vs Predator battle is raging inside your uterus with giant wooden spoons instead of claws and spears… That’s just me though
I really find it offensive when you express your love for someone and a stranger to you comes along and challenges it.
I’ve been through a terrible set of moments.
I’m that person.
You know? The one that everything bad happens to. Regardless I always find something happy.
I truly care for my friend Crowe down to my toes. We may not be super close or anything but there are just people in the world you care for.
Like Crowe and his girlfriend.
With that being said we may not know every detail of each other’s lives but hey, Let me pour it out.
We make choices.
Whether good or bad.
We strive through these choices.
Our choices could be to ignore the girl who told your entire school you had aids when you didn’t or chose to seek revenge. I chose to let her do as she wished.
I still had friends.
Tons of them.
Still friends six years later.
Six years later that same girl now works at Mcdonalds with 6 children with numerous donors. I’ve given her money though. Made donations to her anonymously.
I could have chosen to to run from the ones that I knew were going to beat me in the bathrooms. I didn’t though. I let it happen.
Sometimes choosing to walk away from the beatings and berating made me feel like a coward. Like I’ve accepted to be the trash they all talked about me. Several times I had walked in the woods hoping to be eaten by coyotes, locked myself in the bathroom with numerous bottles of pills, I once jumped into the deep end of a pool knowing full well I couldn’t swim. The most unlikely of heroes showed up just in time. He had actually dealt me a blow or two before that day. Afterwards he tried hard to be friends. We never really had that chance because he hated himself and moved away.
The horrors of my childhood could take years to convey. The countless scars that riddle my flesh under my clothes. The numerous ones I’ve miraculously grown out of and those that I’ve had medical help to hide. You’d never understand those.
Ha! The bitter memories are hard to forget. Let me tell you that I still have nightmares of my biological father beating me with a bread knife. I wake up screaming and crying. I simply wash my face and let myself know he has washed his hands of me over 14 years ago.
I still suffer from PTSD simply because even at the beautiful age of 25 I encounter bullies. I’m like a magnet. I’m also a rock. As sick and unbelievable as I feel my life has been I feel the need to tell everyone it’s oka. Life can get better if you try.
When I share anything with people it isn’t just something I dismissively say. My words are heavy even if the ears that hear them do not listen. My words come at a price because sometimes they open scars that no one knows about.
Crowe has had some rough times and that’s oka. He’s a good kid. We live far apart so I can’t just walk into his life and snatch him and Nans to another place. When I see his posts about dark times I do what I can in my own way. He’s met my mother and my aunt once and they still ask how he’s doing. I tell them what I can because I don’t feel the need to pry into his life. I’m definitely my mother’s daughter in this area. My heart is an orphanage that takes in everyone. Regardless. You’re welcome here.
I finished my exam a bit ago and felt fantastic. I passed. It was wonderful to know that all of my choices to ignore, to suffer quietly; led me to this. To my graduation after the next four exams. Screw everyone who tried to physically, mentally, and emotionally hinder me. Not today, sir, not today.