Life sucks.
User Name: celialove
Name: Classified, just call me Celia
Birthdate: January 14, 1986. I'm 22.
Interests: Reading, politics
Favorite things: Books, anything related to sex or politics
Can we friend your personal journals? Sure.
And any additional information that you'd think we'd like to know:
My Livejournal is friends only. If you add me, I'll add you on the first of the next month. Otherwise I forget to check my info page and never know you friended me.
I don't know how much I'll be posting here--I'm generally a happy person who loves life. But sometimes, I just need to vent. I'm the type of person who posts according to need, so even if no one else is reading, I'll probably post here if something sucks.
The other day, I saw a film about children in foster care. It made me cry. I knew bad things happened in the world, but I just lived in denial.
I still believe in the good of humanity. If I don't, I'll go crazy.
But some of the kids on the documentary had been sexually abused. What really shocked me was that one of them, an 11-year-old girl, had started molesting other, younger children. It kind of broke me.
These children feel unloved and unwanted. They're considered "too old" to be adopted. And the thing that breaks my heart the most is that they still love their birth families. They want to be with them. They feel like everything is their fault. They love them unconditionally and they're still treated like shit.
I want to do something, but I don't know what. I couldn't handle working with those children. It would hurt too much. I may become a foster parent, if I get married. I'm not too fond of the idea of having my own child. Maybe I'll give some money to organizations that take care of abused children.
When I told one of my "friends" about why I was upset, he said I needed to "grow up or do something about it." Fuck him. I can't do something about all the problems in the world.
There's nothing I hate more than someone who tries to tell me what he thinks I "need to hear."
Name: Classified, just call me Celia
Birthdate: January 14, 1986. I'm 22.
Interests: Reading, politics
Favorite things: Books, anything related to sex or politics
Can we friend your personal journals? Sure.
And any additional information that you'd think we'd like to know:
My Livejournal is friends only. If you add me, I'll add you on the first of the next month. Otherwise I forget to check my info page and never know you friended me.
I don't know how much I'll be posting here--I'm generally a happy person who loves life. But sometimes, I just need to vent. I'm the type of person who posts according to need, so even if no one else is reading, I'll probably post here if something sucks.
The other day, I saw a film about children in foster care. It made me cry. I knew bad things happened in the world, but I just lived in denial.
I still believe in the good of humanity. If I don't, I'll go crazy.
But some of the kids on the documentary had been sexually abused. What really shocked me was that one of them, an 11-year-old girl, had started molesting other, younger children. It kind of broke me.
These children feel unloved and unwanted. They're considered "too old" to be adopted. And the thing that breaks my heart the most is that they still love their birth families. They want to be with them. They feel like everything is their fault. They love them unconditionally and they're still treated like shit.
I want to do something, but I don't know what. I couldn't handle working with those children. It would hurt too much. I may become a foster parent, if I get married. I'm not too fond of the idea of having my own child. Maybe I'll give some money to organizations that take care of abused children.
When I told one of my "friends" about why I was upset, he said I needed to "grow up or do something about it." Fuck him. I can't do something about all the problems in the world.
There's nothing I hate more than someone who tries to tell me what he thinks I "need to hear."