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you know what I wish for

  • for people to stop comparing themselves to others. we’re all different. shit if we were all the same, life would be boring as fuck. 
  • and for people to stop bullying. if you’ve got problems going on don’t act out your anger on innocent kids who you think are funny to make fun of. we all have feelings asshole and shit you wouldn’t like it if someone did what you’re doing to someone in your family
  • for people to stop saying depression is curable. no fuck head it isn’t. it’s a daily struggle!
  • for the world to stop fighting one another and just coexist peacefully. we all got our differences. shit no one is perfect.
  • that no person would have to go hungry or without shelter ever.
  • that people would stop making people like me feel bad for the way i feel. i know my life isn’t as hard as others but shit seriously do you want to make me feel already worse than i feel
  • to stop hating on LGBT people. seriously love is love. the God i believe isn’t going to send people who deeply love another to hell for being themselves. and for the haters say they are going to hell. you’re going to hell for being a piece of shit. swearing like your fucking perfect
  • for people to stop saying curvy is beautiful or skinny is beautiful. hey pop singers write songs about loving yourself not saying love yourself but be fucking curvy or skinny. love your body kids! fuck the haters
  • for the people of the world to see we are killing our planet. so stop leaving your shit wherever you want. clean up after yourselves assholes. we only got one planet so take care of it!
  • and lastly for everyone to stop saying what is right and what’s wrong. shit you should all know you’re morals and know that killing is bad, robbing is bad, hurting someone is bad, any of the bad shit. JUST LOVE ANOTHER AND ACCEPT EACH OTHERS DIFFERENCES. NO ONE IS FUCKING PERFECT!! LIFE ISN’T PERFECT! JUST SPREAD LOVE AND PEACE NOT HATE AND JUDGMENT!


It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.


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