My uncle’s death has taught me a valuable lesson about life. Before I used to be so angry with a lot of people because of what they did and how they treated me. I used to scream how I wouldn’t care if they died or went to jail. I was wrong. Death is not a thing to play with, I miss my uncle way more than I thought I would. I still cry over my uncle because he’s gone. Because he’s not at the community housing getting ready to ride his bike to my grandparents to fix up his resume. I cry because he’s not here for his first born to graduate high school and go into college. I cry because I’m the one going with my cousin to see her future school, not him. I cry because I won’t see his ecstatic face to tell him about school. I cry because I want to bring him to a football game and let him live that American dream life. I cry because those times when he tried to act hip he looked so crazy but that was still my uncle. I cry because I miss him„,
So if anyone get’s anything from this story. Death is never the answer. Lessons and trials are but never death.
RIP Uncle Steve!
I’ve come to realize I do not appear to be interesting at all. So the theory that I appear to look interesting but am actually not doesn’t fit, which i think is a good thing I guess.. if then the reverse fits me. So if I don’t appear interesting but then end up being the most amazing person you met….. then that would be pretty fucking nice. However…… I’m not sure if that’s the case because I may just unfortunately appear uninteresting and be it. But I think I’m a pretty darn interesting person myself though, I don’t see how these people don’t see it….
LMFAOO I cannot get over this. I still agree with it to this day though!
I think about love almost everyday. I fantasize about it from sunup to sundown and constantly create little scenarios in my head about it. I dream of everything, the fighting, the laughing, the love making, the sadness, the talks, the random questions, the game nights, our silence, our separations. So in today’s age when I have to expect to be cheated on no matter how great of a girl I am bewilders me.
I cannot sacrifice my emotional well-being for the satisfaction of an ego. I put my heart and trust into something that has completely let me down, and I’m supposed to stick around while you live life. Hell yes, I’m writing this because I faced this same damn situation but I find it outrageous that we joke and accept this in today’s culture.
I don’t care how much I like you, believe in you, want you… you will not destroy me. I will live the rest of my days, not speaking but dreaming of you, then to stay and cry my eyes out every damn night in hopes to get some type of attention. I’m strong enough to know that I deserve better. Whether you get better or I find better, I will keep on strutting. Even if I have been brought done so low, I am strong enough to build myself up and start again. This is a letter to anyone but I had you in mind when I wrote this. Sometimes I wish you had my tumblr.
If you are not giving Virgo the attention they want when they want it, they are not happy campers at all….and in some way, shape or form, you will know.