Okay so my boyfriend and I just recently moved from Sioux City to Salix, which is like 14 miles away from each other and some other people helped pack(his mom) and seriously who packs a wooden shelf in with a glass picture frame?!? in the same fucking box. I have moved from St. Cloud, Mn to Salix and from Salix to Sioux city with the same fucking picture frame and it never broke and i’m super pissed because it meant a lot to me and all my shit ends up getting broken. :(((( ugh
Oh my God. So I was hanging out with Nate(let me give my invisible readers a little background on Nate. He is my technical step brother, but is also my best friend. His dad and mom divorced when he was like 5 or something like that and his dad was kinda out of the picture. He blamed Nate’s mom for it) today just chillin’ drinking up on some artic rushes from good ole D.Q. and we got on the topic of homosexuality. Nate said that his dad never calls him that he always has to call if he wants to talk to him. I think It’s fucked up because Nate’s dad calls Sami(Nate’s sister/My step sister) and Steve(Nate’s Brother/My step brother) Nate says It’s because he is gay. I think its honestly the dumbest thing ever. People are so fucking ignorant. Really We aren’t in the 1900’s. People are gay. People shouldn’t have to be ashamed of who they are. What is sad is that people are ashamed because 85% of our population are ignorant and controlling. It extremely pisses me off. Grow the fuck up if you want to hate someone hate them because they are stupid, immature, lame, etc. But don’t hate on someone because of their sexuality.
I love that like no one reads this, no honestly, I love it. Its been over a year since my grandma left this world. Technically my step grandmother, however i never ever felt like less of a grandchild. I have so many amazing memories with her, always excepted me for who I am. Never asked me to change, and loved me the same no matter what choices I made. We all make choices in life, every obstacle is another choice we essentially have to make a choice. And when she made that decision that she didn’t want to walk this planet any longer, when she decided not to eat anymore sick and in the hospital. I had to do the same thing she did to me. Love her the same no matter what choice she made. Regardless to my family now fighting because my Mother (again technically my step mother) obeyed my grandma’s wishes. It’s hard to watch one of the most important people in your life to constantly be in pain over the same situation you yourself haven’t fully mourned.