Pioneers! O Pioneers!

restore my soul.

I am yours.

Save me from myself.

I am yours.

I am yours.

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Also Atcha-Latchasaurus has a new blog post and it is pretty awesome, so needless to say you’ve got some reading to do!

Have you ever started talking about something that took you forever to get over? Obvious examples would be family/friends deaths, divorces, breakup’s, ex’s and all those pretty much horrible things that you had to suppress… that took you forever to not think about every second of your life for that time. Sometimes it’s refreshing, like you realize you are over it when you can talk about it. And then sometimes it wasn’t completely healed and it was just a scab you ripped back open.

and then sometimes it’s either way for me. In my instance, sometimes I have no problem talking about it, then other times it’s just like ripping another scab off and it bleeds again and you gotta bandage it up a little and hope it heals up again. Maybe even finish scabbing over and just completely heal.

I definitely ripped a scab off recently. Which sucks.

and you know there’s always gonna be that freaking scar though. Which also severely sucks, but you know what, I’m gonna deal with it. Heck I’ll call it a birthmark for all I care. It’s just skin right? At the time it didn’t feel like that but in reality that’s what it was. So what if it alters your appearance in some way. It makes you who you are. And yeah sometimes I wish I could take things back, but my decisions and my actions make me who I am, no matter how retarded or ill-thought-out they were.

So go, live that life. Be the one who’s different. You be you. I’ll be me. Let’s be us, and let God do the driving. He obviously knows whats better for me than I do. I’ve seen my own choices in action… not so pretty haha.

mliaverage:

Today, ‘Party In The USA’ came on the radio in the car. After it was over I told my mom how catchy it was. Her response? “So is AIDS.” Well said, Mom, well said.