I’m suppose to be strong and independent. I’m suppose to be the happy
Christian girl who loves her life and loves everyone in it, even if they
don’t love her back. I’m suppose to smile all the time and say “Golly”
instead of “Fuck”. I’m suppose to laugh and recognize the sound. I’m
suppose to want to spend time with people because they make me happy.
I’m not suppose to sit around wondering why I’m not dead yet. I’m not
suppose to be so depressed and yet so unable to ask for help because I’m
not sure I want it. How messed up can one person be?
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the blogger
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.