I am a warrior
Strong and brave
Fighting through life
In those most peculiar way
My attacks are silent
Sneaky if you will
But the impact is tremendus
It's one huge ****
So if I'm hidden in the shadows
Don't think I'm hiding or scared
I'm plotting I'm avenging
It is me who you should fear

There are times when I glance over at happy looking people living normal looking lives and wonder are you dying inside? Is your mind collapsing under the harsh reality of life? Do you cry yourself to sleep at night? Harm yourself when no ones around? and I wish they would answer, say "yes,I do" and I could tell them they aren't alone, and everything is going to be okay, and they just have to believe, because they matter.
Everyone matters. Everyone deserves to be happy.  
Everyone is worth living for.

No fears
No tears
Just numbness everywhere

There are always going to be people that don't like you
And if you waist all your time wondering why
Then you'll never see the beauty of all the people who do like you
And that's the biggest shame of all

When I die I do not want people to remember me as kind or caring or nice. I want people to remember me as I was, I want them to say, "that clutz tripped over everything and spilled something at least twice a day." I want people to say, "we would laugh till our stomachs hurt and our eyes were filled with tears." I want people to know me, and not just generalize who I was. I want people to remember me in a way that they can say, "She impacted my life." I don't want anything fancy, no posthumous festations, but I do want people to celebrate my life by remembering me for who I was and not who they wanted me to be.

My motto? Be kind to everyone for if you read their story their isn't a person you wouldn't like a character you wouldn't find compassion for. Because we don't truly know the every details of someone's life, we only know what we see. But if we were to read their story, if we were to learn all their secrets and regrets and struggles, we would love them, the way we admire our fictional characters in books.

You infuriate me to the point that I
Ball my hands into fiery fists,
And cry a Red Sea into my palms.
You're a ******* parasite,
A virus.
Hell, you're an epidemic;
Infectious.