Dear 17, All the heartache. All the highs. All the lows. All the anxiety. All the love. All the stupidity. All the moments waiting for the phone to ring. All the butterflies when he was on his way. All the tears when he left. You would think it would lessen in 30 years… but no.… Continue reading Dear 17, (yup, he’s the one)
Dear 17, Those that die... they don't want to... not really ... They just don't know what else to do... It's not that nobody is listening... It's that nobody hears... Nobody has time to really absorb the impact, the compound effect of what's happening... The words are never clear, or never clear enough... But, TRUST… Continue reading Dear 17 (there’s always more;)
Strength isn’t something we have. It isn’t something that people are. Strength is something that people earn. Strong is something people become. And you will...
Dear 17, (that d@~m right hip) You laugh, but it bothers you. That’s a defense mechanism. You’ll learn more about that during college when you get your psych degree. You jokingly say, “yea, that’s my birth defect” thinking that it doesn’t have an effect on you, it does. It has more of an effect than… Continue reading Dear 17 (that d@~m hip)
DEAR 17 (RE: Sleep. ADHD. ANXIETY. Mo.) Mo: I don’t know where or when I learned it, but I learned to just go to sleep. Me: That’s it…. That’s the problem, I didn’t. I never learned how to go to sleep. Mo: I know. I see it. I can fall asleep anywhere, anytime. It’s great.… Continue reading Dear 17, (re: sleep, adhd, anxiety, Mo)
You are clueless. You will go through life that way... not your fault, we all do. We never know if our decisions are right until they are done.
If we work, we will succeed, and be rewarded. WHAT A FUCKING JOKE! We grew up in a time that hard work meant you could do and achieve anything. So, we worked hard. That was the American way. You went to college, you worked in trade, you went in the service. You gave back. That's… Continue reading Work Hard. Be anything you want to be… #whatajoke #iamconfused #nowwhat