We all go through it. But you know what? There are other opportunities, other friends, and other events that can make up for all of that.
Mistakes happen and people change… that’s life. Don’t dwell on the same issue and get upset about it constantly when there are other possibilities arising. Take that chance to erase those feelings and move on, stop letting yourself be stuck in the same situation. Friends leave you out? There will be other opportunities and events for them to include you, give it time. Get rejected? OH screw it, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. Feeling neglected? I wouldn’t really call people who neglect you friends, just make new ones! Take initiative and action to keep yourself happy! Don’t wait and depends on others to determine your life and what you do with it, because if you do, you will at some point end up feeling is neglection, rejection, and exclusion.
You know what I don’t get? Why girls feel the need to post pictures of themselves up HALF-NAKED. Girl COVER THAT UP! That’s great, you have a nice body. Am I jelly? Sure, I got a Pilsbury dough boy body, I could use an ab workout, or two… or three. But that is beside the point! Save yourself for someone special, don’t unveil yourself to every man in the world. Let that man know that he is special and that he is the only one seeing your body, not him… and the whole facebook community.
And with each side comes a twist, both sides fighting to claim their innocence. Which one to believe? It’s up to you. But honestly, no matter what happened or who tells it on what side, the truth is never fully revealed. There is always some little comment, word, overexaggeration, or twist that can affect the whole story. The only way to know the truth? To witness it for yourself.
Did they wake up on the other side of the bed this morning?
It’s so fucking easy. We all do it. Even I’m guilty. Why? Because it makes us feel a little bit better about ourselves. We get off on the misery of others.
But you know what? Despite what many of you think, I’ve been on both spectrum of this. I was fat and ugly. I was anti-social and awkward. I was made fun of. I was bullied. I was beat. I was choked to the point I couldn’t breathe by a bully, because I was different. I was teased because I was fat.
But now some higher being has blessed me to lose all that weight, and become a little better looking, and a little less awkward. But I will never ever forget what I went through.
Looking at society today, it’s disgusting to see how much we all hate upon each other, even friends against friends. We judge everybody and everything that moves. But why can’t we stop a minute and get to know somebody. Why can’t we just learn a little about that person. About their background. Bullying, at any level, is wrong. It destroys a person’s heart, their passion, their soul and most importantly, their individuality. What gives anybody the right to tell someone else how the fuck they should live. It’s wrong. If you do that, you need to look in the mirror at who you are before you tell anybody else anything. Because it’s you that’s wrong. Not them. Teen suicide is at an all time high because of the ease of the use of the internet with cyber bullying. What the hell is wrong with people. Just because of the title of “anon” you now can become super-gods of the internet with your omniscient all knowing self that allows you to judge anybody? I don’t fucking think so.
You know what, “anons”? Come bully me. I’m not perfect. I never was, and never will be. Message me hate, message me shit. Because if I can take the bullying and the focus of you off of someone that’s hurting and in deep pain, then maybe I can change their lives. Maybe taking a little bit of pain off of them will be the changing point of suicide and living and doing something with their lives.
If you’re tired of seeing people being bullied, and tired of seeing videos of people’s last message before they take their lives, take an initiative and do something about it.
Here’s me at one of my worst. Take a shot at me, bro.
Despite all the tantrums, the hard times, the tears, and the anger, I love you. I only get one mom, and I’m glad its you. You’re my role model and my little trooper! You’ve gone through so much but you still have a smile on your face, you cutie. Thank you for all you’ve done for me: laundry, cook for me every night, take care of me in my time of need, and just being a great and domestic mom. You do EVERYTHING in this household, and although we don’t show it, we all greatly appreciate you. Without you, this house and my life would definitely not be the same, so thank you mama bear. I love you <3 Hope you like your plant, LOL.
Even when I’m not doing anything wrong or anything differently from before, I still get blamed, criticized, yelled at, and bashed on. I’m sick of it. Sorry I’m not perfect, sorry I’m not who you want me to be, sorry for not being a good enough friend, sorry for moving on to bigger and better things. Even when I try to please you, it is never good enough.
What do I do?
Oh I know, just stay who I am. Whoever accepts me, accepts me. Whoever doesn’t, then it was nice knowing you. I’m tired of changing myself to please others.
Today, I burnt my fingers while retrieving a wing to put in my mouth. The wing was fresh out of the oven, but being the greedy little hungry bastard I am, I didn’t think about that. My finger is still tingling… curse me and my hungry stomach.
Steven and I greatly influence our little brother, in a good and sometimes bad way. Today we were in the car together, and Brandon busts out into song, singing like a G6. But it was weird… he wasn’t singing the right words. Instead he sang “Like a cheese stick like a cheese stick, now now now now now now now I’m feeling so fly like a cheese stick”
Like I’m being forreal… I think its the water pressure banging on my head forcing good ideas to pop out because all my tumblr posts were thought of while I was conditioning my hair follicles. OR maybe its the essence of being cleansed that inspires me, who knows! All I know is that I should shower more often.
Some PDAing is cute, but there is some that is absolutely repulsive. Holding hands and the occasional peck on the cheek or mouth is cute, but when are you eating each other faces off like you skipped breakfast… that is where I draw the line. YOU HUNGRY!? There is a McDonalds on every corner, take advantage of the convenience. I’m pretty sure their food tastes better than someone’s face. JUST SAYIN’. If I wanted to see some major grubbing action, I would’ve headed to the Burger Barn and watched myself eat in the mirror.