Reasons to Hate Your Mother
This is my first time posting in a while.
I don’t have much to say, and what I do say - well - in the grand scheme of things, it’s probably not worth much anyways.
In light of everything that has been going on and is still going on, I don’t know how to express myself. I’ve tried singing and it turns into crying. I’ve tried talking, but I am overwhelmed with the feeling that words don’t mean a goddamn thing.
We’ve lost two lives here lately. I’ve seen another human being piss on themselves and not remember their name. I’ve seen hurt firsthand. Secondhand. The aftermath.
And after all that I still struggle with myself.
How the fuck could I be so selfish?
One of our friends here said he has had on blinders this semester - simply focused on himself, his future plans, graduation.
Fuck it.
I don’t care about me anymore. I don’t. I want my focus to be on other people, because I know that I can’t make it through this world alone. Except for the grace of God, the support of my family and friends, and sheer fucking luck.
Erin - if you read this I am so sorry. I have been a shit friend and, yet, you’re always still there for me.
I’m learning my lessons the hard way, but I’m thankful to be learning them.
Until next time,
Abby <3
(Source: haylieerin, via anditslove)
