DBPB

"Dear stereotypes,

One of my friends is black, is 6' 4", and could come off as menacing to the stereotype-filled mind. But he's really the strongest person I know who lost his mother to cancer and his sister to suicide and is still here to talk about it after nearly committing suicide himself. He's fun, energetic, lively, and easily the most enthusiastic and caring person I've ever met. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Sincerely, look past the stereotypes and find the person."

saw this on Dear Blank Please Blank. I think it applies, no?

Everything

I feel like this whole world is mocking me.

Everything in it, from the mountains

right down to the sand on the ocean floor.

Even the stars. I feel like they’re whispering to me

a song that’s most unpleasant. A future

that I’m unaware of having.

They dance around in their velvet sky,

winking down sarcastically.

Insulting me, dancing around my troubles,

shouting words of discouragement,

mocking me, taunting me.

I hate it; I hate everything in this world.

From the mountains, right down

to the sand on the ocean floor.

Everything in between. Especially

the stars. Who are you to taunt me?

Who are you to mock me?

You have no right!

Whatsoever.

excerpt

"We weren't normal,
but hey,
what more could you ask for?

How would you define normal anyway?
There's no possible way to judge someone on a scale of weird to normal,
because nothing is normal. Everything is weird, and that had become the new norm.
So when we said we weren't normal,
it wasn't a judgement of ourselves, made by ourselves,
it was saying we were normal in every way possible,
without being normal at all."

So, this is an excerpt of the 'story' I am currently working on.
I just kind of fell in love with this thesis. I dunno,
I wanted to share it because I haven't shared anything with you lately.

But nobody reads this anyway.