I think that...

I need change, I need hope, I need to find faith in myself instead of other people. I need to find out what I want to do with my life but I need to find something I'm passionate about, because I tend to lose interest easily. I expect too much of other people but they expect too much out of me.

But most of all, I think that I need to love something that I need, not something that I want.

I absolutely hated today. It makes me not want to see tomorrow, or the next day and the day after that.

I wish today never happened.

In English class, there is a girl who supports Obama, but just because of his race. My friend asked her "Can I ask you why you support Obama?"
And the girl says "No."
Because she didn't know any of his views, any of his goals. It wasn't a matter of privacy, believe me. The girl says "I support Obama because we need change in the white house!" referring to his race.
And I wish I would have said "Change is not your ethnic background, it is what you have to offer." but I was too chicken to say anything.

Now, I didn't pay attention to this election as much as I should have, but honestly? Know your shit and back it up if you want to be convincing, don't be so capricious.

I'm happy right now. I hope you are too, because everyone deserves to be happy, right?
If not? Get happy, and we'll be happy together.

And I guess I want to thank a few of you (for this Golden Globe. Not).
CurseOfMarjorie, RiotKid-xo, skintobloodcell.
Thank you for reading, thank you for your thoughts.

There's an ache in my heart and it's telling me where to go, only I don't know where it's pointing. I'm lacking a compass and a map.

Happy Monday, folks. How have you been doing?

Today I had an essay prompt to write about a personal hero or three people that shouldn't be considered heroes. I tried to think, I really did, but aren't heroes supposed to be people you look up to? People that inspire you?

Where's one of those people when I need one?

I'm tired. I'm always tired. Physically and mentally.
I think my mind needs some rest. It's jumbled and I feel like I'm playing Scrabble. Which letter is next?

I'm not dead. I just feel like I am.

I've always felt out of place, like I didn't fit right with the other puzzle pieces.
I didn't have curved edges jutting out from my side to fit with the next person next to me. I never knew why.

I don't belong anywhere, because I want to go everywhere.

We can't believe without bleeding.

Happy New Year, folks. Make it a good one.