I believe that whatever happens, happens. Why do I believe this? I’m not even
sure myself. Life is a journey, people die, people cry. When it comes down to it, things
just happen. These events that happen, whether it’s a small or big event, they make me
wonder why, but I just move on. So, whatever happens, it just happens, I believe this
entirely.
A boy might break my heart. Let me rephrase; I may have my heart broken many
times in the future by a boy or two. Maybe for a certain reason, or no reason at all. I guess
it just happens, everyone goes through that kind of stuff these days. Some of those kinds
of things help us learn to grow. These situations just happen, reason or not, they do.
Some one close to me will always die. It sucks, it really does. I assure myself,
there will be tears. Death will happen though. Its pretty natural. (Unless your shot by
some hunter guy while out in the woods on some big extravaganza.) I deal with it though.
That sounds careless, but I do care.
I live on the edge by pulling crazy stunts that frighten me. I will not be
inconsiderate with other peoples hearts, and I won’t put up with people who are
inconsiderate with mine. I don’t waste my time on jealousy. The race is long, and in the
end its only with myself. If you remember compliments and forget criticism… and
succeed in doing this tell me how. Oh my goodness, the adventures I have been on, only
due to the crap I put up with. It all takes me on the ride of my life.
I’ve learned to love. I love, even when I can’t feel it. I love, and I won’t admit it. I
love, and I love it. Love happens even with the people I loathe. Even with strangers, (like
that one Abercrombie god I saw at the beach with the chiseled abs,) but I guess that’s lust.
Some people say love is icky, only because of some awkward love crisis in their past. But
it happened so, whatever. It happened.
There will be many people in my life. They will come and they will go. Although
some come and stay for good. Unlike my sister who is always there. I’m nice to her, she
is the greatest connection with my history, and most likely to stay with me till the end. Me
and her? we are best friends, The closest kind of friends there are. I understand that
chums come and go, although there is that many few that are precious and I keep them
close.
I am going to call it a day, and leave with these last few remarks for you to
embark upon. Dream, read the directions, (even if you don’t follow them,) floss, sing,
stretch, dance. I may be wed, I may not. I may have children, or not. What if I divorced at
37? Or possibly boogie to “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake at my seventy-second
wedding anniversary. 20 years from now I will look back at paparazzi shots of myself and
won’t realize how much potentiality was ahead of me. Also how fabulous I really looked.
I will know that what has happened in my life, has happened, reason of not, I’ll know I
had a blast.
sure myself. Life is a journey, people die, people cry. When it comes down to it, things
just happen. These events that happen, whether it’s a small or big event, they make me
wonder why, but I just move on. So, whatever happens, it just happens, I believe this
entirely.
A boy might break my heart. Let me rephrase; I may have my heart broken many
times in the future by a boy or two. Maybe for a certain reason, or no reason at all. I guess
it just happens, everyone goes through that kind of stuff these days. Some of those kinds
of things help us learn to grow. These situations just happen, reason or not, they do.
Some one close to me will always die. It sucks, it really does. I assure myself,
there will be tears. Death will happen though. Its pretty natural. (Unless your shot by
some hunter guy while out in the woods on some big extravaganza.) I deal with it though.
That sounds careless, but I do care.
I live on the edge by pulling crazy stunts that frighten me. I will not be
inconsiderate with other peoples hearts, and I won’t put up with people who are
inconsiderate with mine. I don’t waste my time on jealousy. The race is long, and in the
end its only with myself. If you remember compliments and forget criticism… and
succeed in doing this tell me how. Oh my goodness, the adventures I have been on, only
due to the crap I put up with. It all takes me on the ride of my life.
I’ve learned to love. I love, even when I can’t feel it. I love, and I won’t admit it. I
love, and I love it. Love happens even with the people I loathe. Even with strangers, (like
that one Abercrombie god I saw at the beach with the chiseled abs,) but I guess that’s lust.
Some people say love is icky, only because of some awkward love crisis in their past. But
it happened so, whatever. It happened.
There will be many people in my life. They will come and they will go. Although
some come and stay for good. Unlike my sister who is always there. I’m nice to her, she
is the greatest connection with my history, and most likely to stay with me till the end. Me
and her? we are best friends, The closest kind of friends there are. I understand that
chums come and go, although there is that many few that are precious and I keep them
close.
I am going to call it a day, and leave with these last few remarks for you to
embark upon. Dream, read the directions, (even if you don’t follow them,) floss, sing,
stretch, dance. I may be wed, I may not. I may have children, or not. What if I divorced at
37? Or possibly boogie to “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake at my seventy-second
wedding anniversary. 20 years from now I will look back at paparazzi shots of myself and
won’t realize how much potentiality was ahead of me. Also how fabulous I really looked.
I will know that what has happened in my life, has happened, reason of not, I’ll know I
had a blast.
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