Within the past year, ive learned alot about that thing they call "friendship."
Friends come and go, but its the impression you make upon THEM that matters.
No matter what, make sure YOU are the one they will be thinking of years to come as the friend they miss, the friend that gave them the best of times. that way, when its all said and done, you will be content with yourself while they will be sitting back, daydreaming about how much fun it was to be arounf you and how much they miss it.
Make yourself unforgettable. please no one. just be you.
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That thing we call...Life;

I was wondering, as i was packing and getting ready for my trip, Why is it exactly everybody is so afraid of death? to me, it seems like death is something that affects your loved ones more than it affects you. afterall, your not around to be sad about your death. Don't get me wrong, i dont WANT to die, id rather avoid it, but if it happens, ok? I'm afraid of pain, so im afraid of everything up until death, but death itself is inherently nothing. Do you remember how much it sucked before you were born? No. because you werent there, so how is death any different?

Plus, if your doing it right now, living the way you should be, no matter what your creed, dying right now should be completely alright. I for the first time in my life, can say that im living my life to its fullest. (most of the time) When i look at the whole scope of things, my complaints seem to completely become irrelevant, so therefor i've decided this is as close to happiness as any mortal person can become. If i died right now, sure i'd wish i had meant more to the world for the amount of time ive really spent on Earth, i think ive done pretty well. So i guess my message is, as insignificant as it seems, is dont be afraid. of anything. just live. life, no matter how hard it may seem at any given point, really is pretty great. So dont worry about how it might end, just have fun, and die without regrets.

Stereotypes/Racism.

Everyday someone stereotypes someone else, The common stereotypes ive seen in my life are against foreigners and african americans.
I stereotype, and i probably will until i die.
I just wish ignorant people who stereotype would realize that theyre race is not the only race in the world. Some people believe God made us all. Even though people have their own religions, someone put us on this earth for some reason.
There's so many cultures in this world, and maybe if we took one precious hour out of our day to try and learn about them, maybe we could be more understanding and accept eachothers differences.

America isn't like any other place We Are The Land of The Free. If you dont want to live in a place where there are diverse people dig a whole in the ground and live there.

Our skin color doesnt change us as a person. It shows our history of out nationality's we each are.
The voices that lie within each of our bodies tell the story of us. We don't all go through the same things in life, but some of us experience something someone else does. Peoples reasons of living are different in each of us, but without people there wouldnt be a reason to live.
Yes this is short, i wish i could've written more but im running out of time.
I'll leave you with a (maybe pointless) thought,
Dont let looks make your lasting impression on people.

Just a day in the life,

I wont apologize to anyone anymore for speaking my mind. If theyre offended, then they're upset because they know that its about them. I dont need anyone to catch my fall, as long as i land on my feet, i dont need them. I wont count on anyone, and i wont rely on anyone. Look in the mirror and rely on that person staring back. Because in the end, thats the only person that will truly understand. But then again...who AM i?
I look at people who dont know who they are, and find them the most interesting.
So not knowing who i am might be a good thing after all? who knows. i sure dont.

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Im not a writer, not even close.
So let me write what i want to write about, whether its philisophical, or about yesterdays lunch, or about a bad hair day. Let me write what makes me feel. You dont be the judge of it. I will. So like my blogs? keep reading. dont? stop reading.