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There has been one event in my life that has shaped me more as a human being and taught me more about understanding and comfort and caring more than any self-help book or Doctor could have. Any event in life that can shape someone that much is worth mentioning, even if never to be heard by anyone. Getting this off my chest right now has been more help to me personally than any doctor or drug could have.
Thank you for every minute of every tear I have shed.
Thank you, Brandon.
And I love you, uncle Scott. Please, always get tested for HIV/AIDS. I don’t ever want to forget my uncle like my family has. I love you, uncle Scott.
My friends and I started playing World of Warcraft in the middle of one of the most important years of our high school careers. Just about two months later, we realized that our schoolwork is gradually declining in quality, we were staying cooped up at home, and we just went through the days so we can play again. I guess this is what you might call an addiction, and even if it seems like nothing compared to other addictions such as drugs or alcohol, it is still a very real and very harmful addiction. We have decided to stop this madness, to try and get out and socialize, but after two months of playing, it seems like almost an impossible feat. For those of you playing online games such as World of Warcraft, realize there is an infinite universe, waiting for you to just get out there. God Bless.
Hello, I’m 18 years old. I think I’m gay… funny that I’m already 18 and I’m still not sure about it. I woke up one day feeling different, strange. I live in a very very closed society, and so, I’m not really sure if I should come out but I feel repressed. Other than that I’m a perfectly normal 18 year old, I love art and I think its really easy to talk to strangers because they don’t judge and if they do, you’ll never find out. I wish everyone who reads this the strength to be happy no matter what and the courage to look for it.
My life isn’t easy. Hell nobody’s is. I blame myself for so much. I have never learned to fully let go. because I’m afraid of what will happen to me if I forget. I’ve made my own life a living hell and dragged whoever has tried to help me through.
But… I am currently in love with the most amazing and caring woman I have ever met in my life… and she loves me and every time i talk to her it all melts away. She is the first person that i have felt has truly loved me.
So please, everyone, there is hope! There is someone for everybody. All we have to do is be open to the possibility of happiness and it will flow into our lives. This may seem like over optimistic bull shit but life is a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things… let someone make a positive mark on yours. To everyone who has had hardships and pain and had nowhere to turn: There is someone that loves you somewhere… and they will never be complete without you.
There are times when I have felt aimless, tired, lonely, stretched, anxious and overwhelmed. The times when people tell me I’m an idealist, to grow up, wake up and be something you are not.
I have made many mistakes and yet enough people have seen enough in me to put me in the healthy, happy situation I am today. They probably had no idea about how their own optimism concerning my character has positively affected my life. Don’t doubt that you have shaped other peoples lives for the better without even realizing it, and don’t doubt that most people in the world will not notice, appreciate or understand this. The ones who do will forever be in your debt as you are to the people who have moved your world. Believe in people, the reward is rare but worth every second.
That is the most worthwhile thing I have learned in my short time on this planet.
Last week, I tried a do-it-yourself bikini wax kit. It was labeled “with lavender for sensitive skin.” I thought, “my skin is sensitive, let’s try it.” After 30 minutes of sweat-breaking wax-action, I had only completed half my bikini region. I was in so much pain that night that I could barely sleep. For the next week, I could barely walk and had half-scab-covered-half bushy… region. Yes, I tore off so much skin, I scabbed. I have little wisdom to offer in my 23 years of life, but I plead you to spread the word to be careful and leave the professionals to the dirty deeds.
I realized yesterday that I couldn’t remember my mother’s eyebrows. I tried to draw a portrait of her, what she would look like now. But the eyes were all wrong. That much I could tell.
Six years can be forever.
I look more like her every day. I need her every day. I’m graduating, uncertain, afraid. I want so desperately to make her proud–but really, what’s the point? I can’t.
My dear mother, when you were my age, you were engaged, so sure of the path ahead. But I am still a child, your child, and would give anything to hear your voice, your advice, eat your food, hear your jokes.
I still want to make you proud.
Life is too short to waste away worrying what the guy next to you at the bus stop thinks about your shoes.
I am scared of myself… I don’t want to grow up to be like my father and it scares the crap out of me. I am in a relationship and I want to be able to trust not only him but myself. I have been hit before… never bruised but I have been physically and mentally broken down. I know that I am like my father, I am extremely proud and my father uses that against me—as a minor I can not speak out. The person I am dating, I want to love them—but I don’t think that I am capable of love. I have seen my mother get broken down and he says he loves her. She will never leave. I know that she won’t. Be it this person now, or a person in the future—I do not think that I will be able to love them in the way that they deserve. I don’t want to be like my father… I’m scared of my father… and I believe that I am the same type of person… so I am scared of myself. I know that I am completely messed up mentally and I know that my reasons for fearing myself are stupid and illogical but I can not wrap my head around the possibility that I might be a better person that my father.
To anyone else out there who doubts their person, don’t. I know I am a hypocrite for saying this but you are worthy of love and if you let yourself love you will love more than you would think possible. Have a good life, love those who deserve it… don’t stay by those who don’t. Stay away from people like my father, and myself.
I am so thankful of what I’ve been able to achieve for myself. Never cease to be proud of what you’ve done, who you are. That’s the greatest feeling.
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