Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Another couple is Ronnie and Mrs. Cindy. I am at Coffee & Playhouse almost everyday and I go to quite a few shows, so they see a lot of me. Ronnie is like a goofy big brother and Mrs. Cindy should be called 'Mama Cindy.' They take care of everyone as well as provide a safe and welcoming place for my-age people. I love them. And they make me wonderful coffee, which makes anyone a winner in my book. Oh, and Scott, because he is...Scott.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
"If you and I are a story
That never gets told
If what you are is a daydream
I'll never get to hold, at least you'll know
You're beautiful every little piece love,
and don't you know your really gonna be someone ask anyone.
and when you find everything you looked for,
I hope your life leads you back to my front door.
oh but if it don't will you stay
"I made decisions some right and some wrong
And I let some love go I wish wasn't gone
These things and more I wish I had not done
But I can't go back
And I don't want to
'Cause all my mistakes
They brought me to you"
"You've seen me at my worst
and I've seen you in the reverse
We are equal
And no matter what happens from here
no matter where life ends, my dear
I will be grateful"
"She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried."
Sunday, January 8, 2012
I'm not good at a lot of things, and I really do not know all that much about anything. But, I do know what I am good at. I am a comforter. I am good at scratching backs and hugging and listening when people need me too.
Sometimes I think I feel to much for other people. Not feel for them like the general sense when people say, "I feel for you," like, I'm sorry for you. But I guess I try to take on whatever they are struggling with so that they don't have to. I don't even do it consciously, it just happens. I think that is mainly due to the fact that I have trouble feeling for myself. I just don't like to, especially when there are people out there who have it so much worse off then I do. I hate to see people emotionally struggling. I've been there.
I like to make people happy. If putting aside myself for a couple hours and scratching someones back or making goofy faces at a friend to make them smile is what it takes for them to not go home and cry or drink themselves into a stupor or inhale some vile fumes, then I think I can spare my time for them.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Sometimes I feel the only thing I blog about is my friends, well my friends and the occasional weird song lyric. But I think that is okay, seeing as God has given me best people I could ever ask for. Since a little before Christmas til New Years day I spent almost all of my time with Becca because she came here then we went back to spend New Years in Hoover. Before then, I had not seen her since July. JULY. That's almost six months. I honestly don't have that many super close girls friends that are here. Nowadays, most of them are boys, which is fine, I love them, but its just not the same. You can't lay in bed all day watching movies with no make up on and your hair going a thousand different directions with just anybody. Or walk around with no pants on, or do each others hair (which really means Becca doing my hair, because that is the advantage to having a star cosmetology student as a best friend).