inform others, even if they are old.

I am interested in the situation where when some on has to deal with anolder person who is being rude or dumb people just dont let it get to thembecause "they are old and will prolly die soon"


that maybe but i dont think its ever to late to tell people they are wrong orthat how the treat people is not acceptable.


if some says or does something that offends you let them know. Tell themright then and there.

dont pussy foot or "let it go" inform them of their actions that disrupted your life.

they will either fix it or learn that you dont take that sort of treatment.


and yes it is a big deal. if you dont like people smoking around you, tellpeople. if you dont like being touched, hit, poked, or cussed at inform thepeople your around. your life is in your control.


if people around you cant accept that you want your life to change then find new people. it may take time but its like panning for gold.


youll sift through all the mud and rock and the find those really useful and beautiful nuggets.


those nuggets of gold who will do anything for you.

Facebook, what it can be,

I like to think of Facebook as an empty house.

you set up your own little house in the facebook suburb, decorate it with what you like and push your house closer to people you know and like.

Where your house ends up depends a lot on whom you wanna live near.

if you wanna live near people who hate others for their skin color that is you will see from your front porch.

if you work hard to move away from things that are hurtful to others you will see more peace and love from your porch.

if you want to worship your god(s) then you may live closer to others that worship similiarly.

From my porch, I want to see everything. I want to see all the peoples worshipping their god(s) and/or their goddess(es). I want to see people from all walks of life. I want to know others lives and understand how they came to be.

It is because of this i am careful whom i choose to live near on facebook. I cant be too near those that hate people due to skin color, those of that color may think that i too hate them.

I treat my neighbors like a garden, cutting away the negative and hateful so that i can plant new seeds of friendship rooted in trust and love.

I fertilize this garden with knowledge and laughter.

and at the end of the day i try to sit back and enjoy the view.

to the thing that birthed me.

Alright well this be the end.

I dont need this.

Jeff is my Husband. 

Thank you for being their when he proposed (you werent)

Thank you for being at my graduation and paying for my final costs for highschool (you didnt)

Thank you for making me feel like i was doing my best (you didnt and still dont make me feel like a good mother)

Thank you for supporting me when i went to therapy.(you didnt, because thereis nothing wrong. only you are allowed to sick/hurt/sad/depressed)

Thank you for making me hate the word family, father, dad, daddy or anythingrelated to the subject.

Thank you for not believing me when i told you what happened to me

Thank you for letting me know how much better you are to me. 

Thank you for yanking me out of school the day i was suppose to play in a band for school. (bet you dont even know what instrument i almost learned to play)


im done. im so done i dont have the words to tell you how i feel. imout of feeling. im just left with the silver lining of at least you did this to me and not all those poor children you supposedly miscarried.


I dont love you. you broke my heart at 8 years of age, when you decided partying was more important then a good homelife. you broke my heart when i was ten by saying money and man were more important to me. you broke my heart every time you didnt talk to grandma about me. you broke my heart when i was 13 when you called me a slut and said i would open my legs to any man, after i was molested.


you took me to therapy because you friend said it would be good. instead you turned that into anna talks to my therapist for hours on end.


i cant love you. i close my heart so you couldnt hurt me in your drunken fits.


so that glass shard that stabbed my leg couldnt touch my heart. so your nails that left scars on my hand wouldn't leave similar scars on my heart.


you cant beat me or touch me in fits of drunken rage.


you cant even see me anymore. if you do i will call the police.


your abusive and manipulative and i feel aweful you still exsist.


that i didnt see it sooner and turn you in.


im so glad you never have had another child.


im glad you didnt have paul.


im glad i was born strong enough to live through and survive your insanity.


i dont know anyone i would wish my upbringing on.


this is the end.


good bye.


you shitty person.