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Keep going. Even if it’s all you have, even if it’s not worth it, keep going. Because I swear to you now that it will be. Life corrects the wrongs it hands you, but only if you prove yourself worthy. You have to keep moving, or nothing’s going to get better. I don’t mean just getting by, either. Move. Run. Jump. Break your bones and listen to your muscles scream for mercy. It will define you, and it will rip you to pieces. But in the end, you’ll be put together in such a beautiful array of light that you’ll never realize everything you went through, only what you are capable of now. Understand hardship, true hardship, where you’re not sure when your next meal will be or what might kill you tomorrow. Feel what it’s like to not sleep for days from fear of what’s out there. Feel what it’s like to lose someone precious, so that you will be more able to hold on to the ones you still have. Reconcile yourself with death, and be at peace with it, even if it’s nowhere near. And once you understand that you are wealthy, be grateful and generous. Above all, forgive yourself. Love yourself. And do the same for others.
I understand reasons for atheism about as little as I imagine they understand reasons for the religious.
Now I just want to tear them apart and completely rework them. That’s what I get for not finishing them in the first place. I will finish one this year, damn it.
It breaks my heart, it truly does, to see so many people who can’t find their way. To watch homeless men wander these streets looking for some change or a light for their cigarette. To know that there’s someone out there who would take everything I own away from me, just so they could get their next high. To know that there’s someone out there who would end my life to do so.
Tonight, I lament. Not for myself, but rather for everyone else. I grieve for everyone who so desperately wants happiness, but cannot see the way to it, or will not get themselves there. Maybe I do have a simple view on problems and life, but I do not believe that makes me simple-minded. I understand the complexities of some situations. Is it my folly that I believe that most problems can be solved by getting to the root of it? Perhaps. Perhaps I should consider more extreme situations, but I cannot see how holding on to your heartbreak or accepting none of the blame for it can help anyone.
Sometimes, I do wonder if I’m too optimistic about the world. After having our car broken into and the ceiling destroyed just because of some malicious, greedy bastard, I really am having trouble. After seeing so many homeless men walking these streets, with either no will to work or nobody willing to take them in. It saddens me so greatly. I grieve for this world that has so forsaken true love that I doubt it could recognize it anymore. We have our ideas of what love is, and most people think real love will only ever be good to us. How, how could someone not believe in a balance in the world? Good must come with bad. Breaking the soul sometimes is the only way to break bad habits and lifestyles. Rock bottom sometimes has to be reached before someone wakes up and climbs out of their hole. I just pray and pray with all of my heart that it isn’t what they need. I pray for their happiness, and their success, all while they may think that I just don’t understand and can’t comprehend what’s going on with them. The specifics, I might not, but the bigger problem, well, I’ve been through a lot in my years here. Life is bad to all of us at some point or another.
For all those out there who feel heartbreak’s touch, I grieve for you. Please, know that I only ever have wished you happiness and success, and that if I can, I want to help you towards that. I cannot give up on you.
<3 Eevee. I know what my profile pic will be when Pokemon profile pic month rolls around :)
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I suddenly get a random influx of followers, and now I see why. Sorry, but I’m not too interested in looking at men’s penises or women’s definitely fake breasts.
Fail tumblr. Come on, you can do better than that. Clean up these hacks.
Why must you not save three pages of writing? I finally broke through the awkward spot too :(
It was dark, very dark, and mostly cold. I wasn’t really sure where I was, but I knew that it wasn’t a place I wanted to be. I could feel my stomach being worn on the outside of my skin. The rest of my insides felt like they’d been turned inside out as well, and I could only guess that bugs were feasting on me from the way I could feel their tiny feet scrambling across my body. I was scared, to say the least. I didn’t know where I had been, what had happened, or even why I was still alive. I tried to look around, but I couldn’t move. The crawling feeling got heavier, as if the bugs were stacking up on one another to reach my flesh. It hurt so much.
I heard a groaning behind me. Someone who was also in this kind of pain, doubtlessly. Then, to my shock, my eyes flew open. But… they weren’t my eyes. “Where am I?” I heard the same voice ask. Ben! Ben, you’re still alive! I thought. I’m over here, Ben! But I don’t know what’s going on. Please, help me. I’m so scared. I couldn’t control what this body was doing. I wanted to find Ben. I heard him yell out in pain again, still behind me, but sounding closer. The body did a 360, and I saw through its eyes nobody in the room with me. Where was Ben?
It looked down at itself and saw all the blood on the floor, the lacerations in its skin. “No, no, no, no…” Ben said. “Somebody help me!” The body walked towards the door. “I’ve got to get out of here and find some help.”
“Someone, help!” My mouth moved, but it wasn’t my voice that came out. Ben. I was inside Ben. And he was dying. I knew exactly when and where I was.
“Don’t open the door, Ben!” I tried to yell. I had no voice. I tried to stop his body from moving, and I yelled with all my might to get him to stop. Nothing. I was a ghost left to watch this nightmare. I prayed I didn’t have to live through all of it. Please let me out when he…. when he leaves this body. Please don’t make me see it again. Please don’t make me stay.
