Every dot represents someone I knew.
I know enough to know better…
I saw my deceased cousin in a dream yesterday before I woke up. He saved my family from a mass flood running through our old home and when he was done, I asked him to stay with me. It was almost like a lucid dream and it felt like we both knew how special and unique the meeting was. We knew that we needed to make the very most of it. He never disappeared into the background, he literally hung out with me in my dream until my body decided to wake up. Before I opened my eyes, we hugged. I remember telling him that I was going to hold on to him because I didn’t know when I would dream of him again. He smiled the whole time, he hadn’t aged a bit… His birthday is on Saturday. I am in pieces. I haven’t dreamed of him since he passed away nearly seven years ago. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about him, and how close he was to coming home from Iraq.
This weekend, this f**king weekend, I want you to drink, smoke, eat, whatever involves toasting, to the legacy of our fallen brothers and sisters. They died for us, they died to protect our freedom. I need you all to remember why the f**k Macy’s is selling everything 50% off this weekend. My cousin didn’t die so you could get a deal on shoes, he wasn’t supposed to die. But he did, on his way to conduct an interrogation, three weeks before he was due home. He had just turned 27. Definitely NOT worth whatever deal you clipped the coupons for. Remember what we are celebrating this weekend, and celebrate responsibly. Honor, it’s about honoring those who have honored us with their life.
Sigo esperando que por fin entiendan que no les sirvo como empleada o madre. Limpio por que quiero vivir en un hogar limpio, y espero que me ayuden a mantener el trabajo que yo he dedicado a mantener al hogar. Nunca he sentido una desespercaion como esta… probablemente tengo que rendirme a esta vida de quedarme callada y aceptar que nadie me querra como lo necesito. Mejor me quedo callada por que nunca quedare como entendida con las ideas que me ocurren… mientras eso pasa, me muero por dentro, sigo cortando mis coneciones al mudo… me muero por algo mejor… quien sabe que me espera en el futuro si sigo aguantando la mierda que me traen. Solo quiero que me escuchan, y que limpian el relajo que dejan…
I wish there were dull moments so I didn’t have to play detective and worry about the dangers of cults.
The notion of organized religion needs to be abolished.
NOTHING is what it is, nothing.