You are too old to act like a child. There is a reason that no one gives you anything in life and have to work hard for everything. You are a hypocritical, inconsiderate dirt bag. I’m not going to sit around and be who you want me to be. I’m not there for you, I’m here because I’m not a quitter.
At the closing of every fairytale, there is always something. Something nobody can explain. Because its not something you can hold, but something you feel. You know it exists because it’s embedded in every human being. Whether they can share with family, friends, and maybe even a special someone. Love exists. It takes a little longer for some. Because sometimes they have to find that they have a limited amount of hate, only to find we have limitless possibilities to love.
They’re there for each other when one may get hurt.They make jokes which may sting at the moment, but they’re just kidding in the end. They love each other. I don’t know what it feels like, but I’ve seen it. I know its out there.
Upon this day. My heart breaks furthermore. I speak with only to have no one listen. I am looked upon as an idiot. A moron. What I have to say has meaning. Not just words. Not just another face. A person. I believe he sees me, but it is wrong to want the world to see. To see that I am here, that I make a difference. Like everyone else, one of a kind.