I did not chose to be born into the family but I am. I now embrace the fact that my family responsibility is part of mine to shoulder; I don’t have to like it… I only have to do what is needed when it is needed. 

I foresee how it would end before it even started, my best friend often ask me why did I even bother trying in the first place. In all actuality, I don’t have an answer for that; maybe I am just rebellious by nature…

This is how I weave my story.

omfgsomeonefinally:

You won’t regret this

Sometimes there are memories better left alone than to stir it up… reading old emails/text/pictures and a bunch of things that I should have learn to format it away rather than backing it up into 2 HDDs couldn’t be the worst idea to torture myself… 

Here I am again… Too much of it since the pandora box opened up and all the grey memories resurface. Maybe I bottled it so much that once it was opened, I just no longer have any control over it. 

meredithb104:

I feel like caffeinating myself into oblivion would be a good thing, because then I might get actual work done.

For mom :)

aadambautistaa:

Hope

I understand that this world we live in can be a cruel, depressing, and unjust place. I’m aware that at this moment, someone is freezing as they are living on the streets with no place to call home. There is someone who is getting bullied for being gay, ‘fat’, or a ‘nerd’ as ignorance gets the better of men. There are people fighting depression beneath a mask of a smile as their screams for help go unheard. So is it wrong that I still have so much hope for this world and the people in it?

To be honest, I can’t blame those who have lost hope in humanity. We live in society where it’s easy to look into a newspaper or turn on a television set and see that murder, rape, and abuse is all too common. And in our lives, we suffer through these tragedies that break us and our faith. Sometimes, we even see these monsters when we look into a mirror, realizing that it has made a home in you. You feel like you’re part of this unfair place where you’re a chained prisoner surrounded by an inescapable darkness.

So why do I still have hope? Maybe it’s because I don’t think so many people would be sadden or bothered by it if they didn’t have this feeling there is better out there. That life is not suppose to be this cruel, and we will never find this better life if we stop trying. And amidst all the darkness that you try to escape from, you realize there are many people with you trying to fight it too. That good people still exist in this world. That you’re not alone. 

People are born to be judgmental. They judge you differently and trying to live up to everyone expectation is literally impossible in the modern days… because there are even more to be judge now. 

Let us be about setting high standards for life, love, creativity, and wisdom. If our expectations in these areas are low, we are not likely to experience wellness. Setting high standards makes every day and every decade worth looking forward to.