Thanksgiving

Turkey. Stuffing. Pumpkin pie.
Family. Friends. Fire places. 
Poker. Stories. Fond memories. 
Live. Laugh. Love.

The Right Color

It was easier in the days when all you watched was Disney movies and your only worry was whether or not you had the right color crayon to finish your picture. You didn't worry about money. You didn't worry about being liked. You didn't know about all the crap in the world. Everything back then was easier. Easier to say sorry. Easy to believe. Easier to smile. Because to a 5 year old kid, the world is perfect. Unless you couldn't find the right crayon. 

Some Ventilation

I hate when I find something about myself that I actually like, and someone has to go and bash it and make me feel like crap. I mean really, leave me alone. What did I ever do to you? I still think turtles are cute. So screw you.

I also hate that people assume I don't know anything because I was homeschooled, and they think I'm "so innocent." Give me a break people. I'm not that stupid. I know what weed is, thank you very much. I just chose not to smoke it, 'cause I'd end up like you.

Sorry I'm quiet too. You probably think I'm socially awkward. I'm not, I just don't like you. I've seen everything you do behind everyone's backs, including my own, and I really don't care to call you my friend.

I hate people.