More Confused than is Acceptable
Something is going on with me and I don’t know what it is.
I’m confused about everything.
I feel like I don’t have an identity.
My new tattoo. The flowers are around my Africa tattoo to represent Indonesia.
I love it.
Cinderella lost her slipper, not her virginity. You don’t need to have sex to find your prince.
(Source: inthatinstantwewerealive)
Tired
I’m tired of being home… But even more so I’m tired of my family complaining about me. I’m tired of my sister not liking me and not even talking to me or looking me in the eyes and I’m tired of my brothers commenting on how bad they wish I would go back to Florida right now.
I’m tired of how I treat them but I don’t know how to change it when I just want to be left alone and not want to hang out with them. I know I haven’t been the best sister especially during this break and it kills me. I have just wanted people to leave me alone this break and apparently it’s coming off as something I never wanted it to be.
No one wants me here anymore and that’s fine… I don’t really want to be here either.
It doesn’t matter…
“It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor or black or white or right or left or young or old - if you have the same disease as someone else or if you both have a daughter with an eating disorder or have a brother in jail or had a spouse die or recently were fired…
‘you have a bond that transcends whatever differences you have.
‘That’s what suffering does.
‘this is the art of solidarity.”
-Rob Bell
Drops Like Stars
So, yeah…
My best friend kinda sorta just showed up in my town’s Pizza Hut all the way from Florida last week and stayed with me and we saw all the “great” things of Canton, Ohio and the surrounding area. May I just say that she’s the greatest and I love her to death.
Yes.
- Society: You're not pretty enough. You're not thin enough. You're not tall enough. You'll never be popular.
- Hollywood: You can't act. You can't sing. You aren't perfect. You have no talent.
- School: You don't fit in. No one likes you. You're strange. You're different.
- Parents: You're not good enough. You don't act the right way. You don't like the right things.
- Jesus: I love you so much I took my own life for you. I made you just the way you need to be. I love you more than you can fathom. Come to me, and I will give you rest.
Someday, I’ll wear out my TOMS like this.
March 12, 2011
Margreth and Martina were walking with me today and they asked if I was going to be at school next week. I told them that tomorrow at church would be my last day. They stopped dead in their tracks and wanted to know why I was leaving. I told them that I had been here for a month and that my family and friends miss me. They told me that I could be in America for years so why couldn’t I stay a few more months. I didn’t have an answer. They also told me that they’re going to miss me more than my friends and family in America missed me.
I think that’s true.
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