Alright..So, You can be happy and get married, but your “friends” you’d rather see them single or in a “partnership”. If you actually cared about these people, then wouldn’t you want to see them happy? Oh, no, of course not. That would be ridiculous! How dare someone have different beliefs, so it must be illegal. Hey, I may not like the fact that you are attempting to shove your beliefs down my throat, but I wouldn’t make it illegal for you to go to your place of worship. I don’t like the fact that I have to live in a country where we are ruled by Christian fundamentals. If you don’t like something, cool, whatever, I don’t care—You do what you want; but don’t dare to take away my rights because you don’t find it favorable. Blindly believing in something is ridiculous to me. You were “raised” to think that, so you don’t have a mind of your own? Most of my family is racist, but I am not racist at all. I don’t look at race, I look at the heart. I thought for myself, determined my own beliefs and found which ones I find myself at peace with. I’m not close-minded, I just prefer to live my life happy, and not allowing people to get married is just plain wrong. If only people of all religions and races could all get along. I wish everyone could just get along. If something isn’t hurting you, don’t sweat it. Don’t worry about it. It isn’t your life being affecting..So yes.
C*TS IN PURRIS.
I’m sorry.
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I. Cannot. Stand. This. Fucking. Shit. Pet peeves? I suppose.
On the way home. No sleep till I get everything out of my head. Confusion. Love. Hope. Disappointment. Sighing and crying. Hurrah.
I finally get to see Robby..The 24th can’t come quick enough. He has been gone since January.. I am so excited. I’ve been waiting to see him since the night he left. I love him..I can’t wait. Yay! It’s incredible how much I have gotten attached to him.
- I’m not racist, some of my best friends are bl-
- I don’t hate the LGBTQ community, but I feel like marriage is betw-
- I’m pro-life because it’s wrong to kill a ba-
- I’ll start showing women respect when they act-
- If your people want equality, they have to-
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I’m gonna make a blog called
Real Nigga Problems
And there aren’t gonna be any posts
Because real niggas don’t have problems
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“Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison. Because of this, we had no delinquents. Without a prison, there can be no delinquents. We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves.When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift. We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property. We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth. We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another.We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.” — John (Fire) Lame Deer, Sioux Lakota, 1903-1976.
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Got my tattoo appointment for June 13.. Excitement.
I keep feeling cruddy. Sometimes I feel like he never listens to me at all. That he just talks to hear himself talk. This sucks..I don’t know how he feels. He just..I don’t know. We have never had an “awkward moment” and then stay silent for three minutes until he says, “Well..This is awkward…Okay..Awkward moment.. <nervous laugh>…….” I’m worried. I hope we work out. I’m so scared. I’m terrified to the extreme. Everyone leaves me; In the end anyway.. He didn’t know anything to say tonight. He was saying, “Sorry, I just really don’t know what to talk about..Aha..” When we first started to get to know each other he would say that if he couldn’t find anything to talk about or say to someone then it wasn’t a good thing. That “conversation should be natural, not forced.” I feel that he feels forced when he talks. I don’t think it’s as natural for him anymore. Fuck. So shitty. When he gets back, I hope he doesn’t disappear. He assures me that he can’t wait to be back with me and sends me cute texts, but he gets kind of awkward to actually say over the phone or in person the things he will message me. He is quite the talker so I don’t figure it to be anxiety. I feel great about us, I just hope that deep down he feels the same. So worrisome. He love me..I know that. I just hope he loves me the same way I love him. Damn this shit. He says he does. I know it.. I just want for us to be happy together. I feel pain. I cry a lot, not just because of my confused state of mind, but because I can’t help these strange tricks my mind plays on me. I hate being so wrong in the head. Dealing with all this everyday is frustrating. Just no. I want to crawl inside of a cozy little hole in the ground somewhere in the bitterly cold mountains. Fuck this shit. Fuck schizophrenia. Fuck paranoia.
And fuck feeling like a burden to every single person I meet.
Final touch
I love that this is reality.
Hyper Combo Finish
JESUS CHRIST
“HYPER COMBO FINISH”
Like a Boss.
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