Lately, I have been craving a more “adventurous” life. Maybe it is because I am 18. I don’t really know. I just want more independence. I want to do more, see more, and help more. My life is boring. It’s safe. That’s all it is. Safe. How can I make my life more “adventurous”?

"There is always tomorrow."

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The People You Love

We love our parents or the people that have raised us. Even if they mat not have been the best parents. Trust me, I know. I love my mom with all of my heart and would take a thousand bullets for her if I needed to. She has done some pretty nice and great things for me. But sometimes, those good things don’t make up for the bad and thats not even the worst part. The worst part is, is that she thinks they do. And for a time, so did I. I wish I could help and change my mom but unfortunately thats not my job. It’s hers. And that is somthing she has to work on. But only if she knew that the longer she waits, the more it hurts the ones she loves. I don’t know what else to do except to just pray. I know I am not perfect. No one is. If we were, then what would the point be of life?

"For all sad words of tounge or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!"

— John Greenleaf Whittier

Anger has entered my heart, but not unexpectedly. I knew it was coming. It was just a matter of time.  I hope that maybe one day the anger will leave me. But, for now, it is here to stay. Unfortunately. But maybe it will soon hide my sadness.

"Every song ends, is that any reason for us not to enjoy the music?"

— One Tree Hill-Peyton Sawyer-Ellie Harp

I have a right to voice my opinion if I want. No one can stop me. I’m so angry right now I can’t even write about it. Isn’t that a shame.

"There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it hardly becomes any of us
To talk about the rest of us."

— -Anonymous-

You can never count on anyone anymore. Everyone will let you down. Except, maybe, your best friend. Mine hasn’t let me down, yet. Parents are so overated except for the good ones. My dad is the good one. My mom could be if she actually wanted to and actually tried. But, she only cares about herself. Or so as it seems. Me and dad have our arguements but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. However, with mom, that’s not the case. Unfortunately. I never had a mother-daughter relationship like most people and I know I should be thankful that I have a mom but the way she has treated me at times, I mine as well have been motherless. I know that seems awful but it’s her own doing. She has chosen that path. Not me. 

Have you ever came to that point in life when you realize that you have so much to be thankful for and then in two days that feeling goes away? I have. Many times. It’s a great feeling but when it’s gone, you are back to where you started. I don’t have any solutions to this problem except to try and hang on that that moment as tight and as long as you can. Try not to ever let it go.