I feel like sometimes, when people disagree, it’s so much more than it needs to be. What I mean is this: I think if we all took a second to step back and remember that everyone is just trying to find their way, perhaps we wouldn’t get so angry at each other all the time? Like, if someone holds a belief that I absolutely can’t get down with, I try to tell myself that this is their path right now. Maybe I’m in the right, maybe they are in the right, but does that really matter? I mean really, truly, deeply matter? Of course we all feel like we are in the right - it’s a part of human nature. But I have seen such words of hatred over simple disagreements, and I so wish we could just peacefully live with one another and support each other as we all continue to grow and change.
My mother says my hair looks more beautiful every day. I hate it. I miss my short hair. My long hair is wild, unkempt, and makes me look heavy. Not to mention I have no idea how to do anything other than a ponytail. And Robert likes it better this way. Sigh. I promised myself I’d grow it long enough to donate it. I just hate it, though. It does not make me feel beautiful.
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
#ARE THOSE FIREWORKS OR GUNSHOTS?#EITHER WAY ITS PROBABLY SOMETHING ILLEGAL
Funny story: for my last two years of high school I attended an arts high school three and a half hours away from my own very small town. My mom got pregnant and had a baby at 40, and THE WHOLE TOWN was convinced my mom was covering for me and that it was actually my child. Ahahahahahaha.
So the child I’m growing has already started to suck the memory from me. I forgot to pack jeans for Robert for tomorrow. He might’ve been crabby about it.
Don’t mistreat my friends.
dONT MISTREAT my friENDS
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