Here's to the Girl

Here's to the Girl

Here's to the girl who talks about people behind their backs because she thinks they do it to her.
Here's to the girl who argues with her parents because she doesn't want to show how lonely she is.

Here's to the girl who drinks too much to numb the pain.
Here's to the girl who does drugs because she's used to the alcohol.

Here's to the girl who contemplates suicide because it's the only thing that scares her back into her rut.
Here's to the girl who contemplates suicide because it's the only thing left that scares her.

Here's to the girl who says "no" because she doesn't think he wants her to say "yes."
Here's to the girl who sleeps around because she's just looking for love.

Here's to the girl who ignores her problems because she thinks it's normal.
Here's to the girl who holds in her confusion because she thinks only crazy people have problems they can't fix.

Here's to the girl who is easy because she doesn't think she's worth being difficult.
Here's to the girl who "knows" she's worth it because she really doesn't know she's worth it.

Here's to me for thinking about not publishing this because I know it's personal to me.
Here's to you for reading this because you know it's personal to you.

Here's to us.
All of us.

Just a thought...

To be limited to a small amount of amusement would be a personal failing, indeed.

It is a sad thought to watch people go their entire lives trying to make themselves feel better.

It's a rare person who seeks heaven with the intention of finding it.

Sometimes the best thing to say is that you don't know the best thing to say.

There is nothing more selfless than driving barefoot.

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Looking out on the field reserved for battle, a soldier can achieve no rest.
The words, “this too shall pass” pulse through his brain, but they are hollow, and serve no comfort.
He relentlessly replays war tactics and sees them play-out on the grass below him.
He was trained for that.
But his comrades provide no comfort.
They are in the same position as he.
Talk, training, and talking about training isn’t as useful as he had anticipated…
Because the fear of battle is not as strong as the fear of it eventually ending.
During a battle he can use his hands.
Instinct kicks-in, and the mere struggle to survive is too strong.
He was trained for that.
But there is no preparation for his own silent mind…
And that is what he’s afraid of.

Morning comes, and battle ensues.
Needless to say, it is as he predicted.
He was trained for this.
But the struggle between both sides comes closer to an end.
Only vaguely remembering the toil of anticipation, he looks up at the hill where he was frozen the night before…
But wishes he could have stayed there.
He knows his life is changing drastically, as he witnesses the last enemy threat fall.
How he wishes another regiment would charge over his hill.
But they would never come…

…And he wasn’t trained for that.

That Quickie-Mart guy...

You know, the one with the horrible English accent? The one who says "Thank you, come again!"

He's bilingual.

Can you speak Hindi?


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