A lot of the reason why I spend time writing certain thoughts down on tumblr, or writing down reflective thoughts on blogger is because I feel that no one actually cares enough to hear what I have to say.
out of all seriousness…
I am curious. I guess I’m curious because I care. I’ve always been the one left out. I’ve always been the one who’s told not to worry about it. I’m always the one who doesn’t seem to be a part of anything. I’m always the one that people don’t count on. I’m always the one that people doubt. I’m always the one that people want to exclude. I just want to listen….that’s all.
Derrick Rose will tear his head this time
I question it, a lot…….how we’re all so quick to say something negative about someone’s situation rather than rushing to be at their aid.
We call each ourselves friends?
me on payday
"actually, that was due today”
Great hike with @chrissiemusic
The uphill climb was well worth the struggle.
“My kids are 3 and 1, so that makes taking classes even crazier. Sometimes my son will complain that he doesn’t want to go to school that day, and it’s like, ‘Me neither, let’s do it together.’ ”
Maybe thats why i easily get sad or over think or feel all this negativity.
I hoped to be having a little more fun in my life seeing that I’ve finally transferred out of Essex County College. Maybe I was wrong. It feels like I’m the only one who hasn’t made a good friend at William Paterson….