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= Deadletters93
Hmm what might random people want to know about me? I have no clue. I love to talk about anything. I mean anything whether it is, a spot I see on the wall, or how you stubbed your toe. But what is it that really perks my interests? Water, Stars, Snow, Tea, Literature , Fall, Leaves, Breezes, Plaid, Photography, Music, History, Laughter, Tears, Memories, Understanding, Not always Knowing, Curiosity, Reveling, The Sun, and The Moon. I also am interested in sports, Lacrosse, Snowboarding, and Fishing. At school, I am on swim and lacrosse team. Making people happy or even just knowing that people are happy in turn makes me happy. Quite people annoy me sometimes, or drive me insane you could say. Why? Well it is because I need, or crave to know what they are thinking, and what is it that makes them quite. The heat, spelling, people that are naïve, population, society, media, and construction are things that usually tend to piss me off. I love to listen to nothing, and hear the truth that lays in the nothing.I do not hate, I can not hate, hate is a feeling I’ve never felt, I’ve yet to love to love someone that is not a true friend or not a family member. I’m waiting for this love, but I do not sit and wait, I live my life, like I am not waiting. I can not trust the trusted, I do not trust the trustable. I shall not trust because you ask me to. If you want my trust earn it. I did not find trust till I stood on a wooden platform for an hour and half, I cried, I wanted to trust, but it hurts to do so, it brings fears, and memories, if you want my trust earn it. As with every thing else, if you want something, you must earn it. I love the past, yet I dislike what it holds and what happened, the past is who I am, and how I came to be. You are now in my past, if you’ve talked to me once, shared a laugh, shared a tear, you are now in my past, you make me who I am and who I will be. Whether you influence me or not, or vise versa. I love to make mistakes, and to fall. For the falling and all of the mistakes is when I truly learn. And I’ve learned there is more to knowledge and with the knowledge there is more than understanding. As, with age, comes knowing, understanding, and then realizing. I wish I was little again, so I could then just know, then I would not understand why my dad was the way that he is, and then I wouldn’t realize what that meant. I wish I was little again so I could know why we put milk in the fridge, but not understand that if we didn’t it would spoil, and then realize what spoil milk does. But alas, if I was little, would I like not understanding? Would I like, not being able to make a change for myself? When I was younger, I always wanted to be bigger, and now that I’m almost “bigger†do I want it? No. Do I want to be younger? No. What is it that I want? I want to live day by day, but have the future in mind. I want to be a teacher, and open up a homeless shelter. I want to make a difference, whether it is big or small, or insignificant or make an impact; I want to make a difference, once. I want to not waste my life, but live it out. Live life to fullest, with out regrets, with no wishes, and die with a knowing that I had accomplished what I was intended to do. Shall you be a part of my past, my life?
