mintshadow2

You are You. You were Made who You are. Your experiences have Formed your Present and Future. Don't Dwell on Past experiences. Let them be Scars, Wear them like Badges and be Proud. Everyone Has a Past. That's why it's called a Past. Your Life is Yours, No one can Tell it for You. You are Unique, Don't Die a Copy. Do your own thing, you're rejected, okay. That's their loss, so don't give up. Pick yourself up and continue doing what you do best, and that is being you! Try five, two, four times? Try more and try after that! There is someone out there waiting for you, but that doesn't mean that you have to wait, go help them find you!

The Brain, A Magnificent Tool! Everybody has one, that doesn't mean that they Use It Well, it isn't that they don't use It, It's that they don't use it for the Right Things. I see Two Paths that are the Most Chosen. Choosing the Right things, Love and Friends, while Keeping Yourself in Mind. All of these play Key Roles in your Well-Being. On the Opposite Hand though, we have Negative Thoughts Hatred, Jealousy and Harm are things that Cross as well. We should do our Best to Focus on the Positive Things. Things that Keep us Smiling instead of being Dragged Down by the Negative. It's easy to think of the negative , but difficult to focus on th

Something in my brain I am told is broken, dysfunctional. It leaves me inept when left to deal with language unspoken, the intricacies of smiles, the unclear line between malice and mirth. It may have been the shot given by the doctor meant to protect but somehow doing harm, and ignoring the Hippocratic oath. Or so say my parents, their organization, so they may be exonerated. They liken me to Ted Bundy, H. H. Holmes, and Einstein. Because a sometimes-flat affect is abnormal, and it makes people uncomfortable. Especially when it is not maintained. At times I am too broken to understand and sometimes I am not broken enough because my pu

Thanks for your help... ...No, I was being serious. Thanks. Without your silence I would have never known the things I know now A penny for your thoughts, and I innocently paid your fare, an optimistic smile on my face. Then there was silence. I sat there, waiting, staring out the window, listening to the rain I huddled in my thoughts alone. A penny for your thoughts, and nothing more. I'm fine without them. I know that now. I don't need second opinions anymore. But thanks. Thanks for letting me think you were trying. I'll sit in silence now...