I don’t know whats worse. When my mother sees my cuts, then brushes the
view off like she sees clear skin. Or when she doesn’t see them, when
I’m screaming inside and she doesn't know. My eyes are burning so badly. Side effects of crying for hours. I remember when I used to love sitting in the backyard by myself,
swaying back and forth on the swing set. I used to sit here and just
laugh and think and be even slightly okay, but everything’s different
now. When I sit back here, all I think about is how badly I want to run
away and never look back, how I want to forget every person I’ve met
while living in this town, how much pain I’ve gone through, how much
I’ve grown when I thought I could grow no more. I don’t even know
anymore. I really don’t. I just want to leave. Can I get a shot of vodka now?
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I’m the type of person that enjoys making an impact on people’s day. I enjoy putting a smile on others faces. It doesn’t matter if they are a complete stranger or a best friend. I treat everyone with the same amount of respect. I’m the type of person that says “please” and “thank you”. The person that holds the door open for you. The person that lets you cut ahead in line. The person that says “bless you” when you sneeze. The person that spots you a couple dollars if you need it. The person that picks up your pencil off the floor. The person that reminds you that not everyone is cold hearted and distant. The person that shows you that not all good people are gone. The one that makes an impact on your day whether it be only for a minute or a lifetime. I’m the person that shows you that there still is hope in humanity. I’m the person that believes acts of kindness can change the world for the better.
