What they don’t believe in anymore: fighting for what they want.
What they do instead: cry and whine.
Here’s my new Etsy shop that sells my photographs! It’s a bit bare right now and I’ll be adding more than just photographs soon, tell your friends! :)
Left: Turkey Trot 2010
My siblings are the coolest people ever. I miss them so much and will be happy when we celebrate all together next year. Family over everything!
I know today is a mourning day for some people and a celebration for others. But shouldn’t it just be a good day because it’s an excuse to see the people you love? And remind each other to be thankful for the people you know and have the people you have known?
I’m eternally grateful for the people in my life. My family, my friends, my boyfriend, my coworkers, the people I’ve known since I was born and the memories and life impacts they have had on me. My life is all about the people I’ve surrounded myself with, because of them, it wouldn’t have been as ridiculous, passionate, and wonderful as it has been.
I should be happy right now. Where did this shit come from?
I don’t know if I want to be alone, or with people, or both, or what. The only thing I do know is I’m unhappy, I’m unsure, and I just want to do everything and nothing at the same time. I feel halfway aware and I feel like I just want to crawl into a hole forever.
I don’t deserve to be happy anyway.
I’m not saying this or posting this for sympathy. I just need to let it out. I need to talk to this about someone, but I don’t at the same time.
This will do.
Edit: Maybe I want to be alone all the time because I was always independent anyway, and my parents being gone all the time just made it easier to feel better alone.
But I never really talked to my family about me and my life and what I was going through because I thought they’d just hate me, so maybe that’s why I want to try to connect with others so badly because I want to be understood for once. But no one ever does. And no one ever really tries to after a while.
It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.