What most people don't realize is that you can't be with someone without being with the qualities and quirks that make them.
I wonder if you think about me like I think about you or if I'm erased from your memory. Forgotten. I know you won't read this either but one day I'll tell you. I'll tell you how you picked me up, broke me, and changed me. I'll tell you about how much better I'm doing, how my friends were there for me when you no longer were and maybe we'll even laugh at that the stories about the guys that came after you but couldn't compare to you. They'll never be the first boy I gave my heart to who didn't give me his heart in return.
Let me start this post by saying I love both my parents very much. However, there are plenty of times where we don't get along, like every other kid and parent. It disheartens me to know that's not the case for every kid. You think that all parents are supposed to love their kid unconditionally, but… Continue reading Accepting your parents for who they are
A poem. I’ll always remember the person you once were and cherish the memories, but you’ll deny the person I was for you and disregard the memories
There are times for relationships and for me and many of you, that's later in life. I'm not saying don't have a fling here or there (hell I have plenty of my own), but just don't take them too seriously if they don't last. You were fine before them, you'll be fine after them.
Bullying someone can have devastating effects on a person's life and leave them with insecurities and emotional scarring. Life will throw you many hardships, family, should not be one of them. Stick up for yourself, and don't let anyone tell you not to just because they're family.
That day I was brought to the police station and told them about what happened. I gave my statement and left. My friends did the same. February 27th, 2014 I was pulled out of my 2nd-period class and was arrested. All of us involved were. We were told we'd be going to a juvenile center for the weekend. I'm not going to lie and say it was horrible, The guys were all scary looking thugs, or that it changed my life. None of that would be true
If all the lbgtq people had allies like mine maybe the suicide rate and homeless rate of the lgbt community wouldn't be one of the highest. Who knows what my life would be like without my accepting friends and family. Would I be homeless? Would I have committed suicide? Only God knows. A special thanks to the people who have changed my life
You're the first soldier on my battlefield when I can't face my battles alone. I could never thank you enough for what you do for me. So this letter is just one of many thanks, I owe you.
A poem of growing up