It seems that you only realise you didn’t spend enough time with someone until they are gone. I miss you grandma. I’m sorry I didn’t make it back in time to see you.
But mostly just mine, not so much the one I’m missing.
There are a million and one things I can say to you right now, but I really just wanna sum it all up with a sorry. I guess when you are too involved you don’t see clearly; until the moment I pull myself away I begin to realise I have become someone I so despised. Yes, we are very different. Complete opposites in fact. And the past isn’t easy. Then I started having expectations, and despite your efforts I pushed you away. You hate drama, and now I’ve gone too far. I don’t think things can go back to the way they were because the damage is done, but I hope at least we can patch things up a little. I hope we will both miss it now that it’s gone. If only we can just hug our problems away. If only you would just kiss me on the forehead and tell me everything is alright.. like you used to. I’m sorry.
A while ago, I penned a fairly angry response to something circulating on the internet – the 21 Habits of Happy People. It pissed me off beyond belief, that there was an inference that if you weren’t Happy, you simply weren’t doing the right things.
I’ve had depression for as long as I can…
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD!!!???
The victim-blaming, slut-shaming reactions to the Steubenville rape case keep pouring in. You can check out my first post on it here. Pointing out the worst responses and reactions to this all would not be complete without posting a clip of CNN grieving over the “ruined lives of the boys.” Watch…