La Viaje

La Viaje


The Fake Hate Victim

"Everyone hates me and I just like don't get it. I haven't done anything to anyone at all!" We all know someone like this.  Everyone else but said person knows why people hate them. In their mind, they have and will do nothing wrong. You can't argue with them because you will never win.

the Kids Who Grow Up too Fast

the Kids Who Grow Up too Fast The radiant sun flushes life and warmth into children who are greeted by flowers and trees that dance in the wind Sheltered by the natural innocence that comes with the pure simplistic unknowing mind of a child The same mind that will someday be corrupted with knowledge of... Continue Reading →

Senior year

The whole time we reminisced on past memories and couldn't stop laughing. I'm so thankful for my friends and all the memories I've made with them I don't know if this blog really has a purpose but, if it has one just don't take high school for granted.

FAQ (Frequently asked questions) I get

 Q: What's it like being gay?                                                                                                                    A: Well It's kinda lit. Some people love me more for loving the same sex and some wanna beat my ass for it. It just feels normal, I don't know how to explain it to be honest.

Dealing with episodes of Depression

Many of you reading this know me personally and know that I am usually laid back and very outgoing funny person and I don't always take everything seriously. However, I  can be serious and this is a serious topic. Everyone no matter how perfect their life may seem have had days or periods where they... Continue Reading →

An Open Letter to the First Boy I Gave my Heart to

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.

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