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It's sad.
There is so much hate in this world.
And less and less love each day.
The purpose of life is to lead a life of purpose.
Here I am. I am finally Eighteen.
And it took one powerful, fictional episode to make a difference on my outlook of life.
It has not been the first time. We never look at the big picture of life.
We always gaze in amazement over the small things that happen each day.
We are all so caught up in nothingness that our generation isn't taking a stance against certain issues.
Another terrorist attack has occured.
I feel nothing. People have died. Families are grieving.
People are still dying as we speak. And here I sit, in luxury writing about how we should do something.
Personally, I am not strong enough to do anything. I believe there are stronger, powerful, and smarter people out there who can make a difference for me. I am too scared to do anything.
I remember when I used to say, "I am strong. I could have died twice, but here I am today, alive."
There must be a reason that I am or else I would have died. It's weird. I'm not scared of dying.
But I am scared of being killed from hatred.
I have so much to say.
And yet a week from now.
People will still live in their little bubble.
Because this is what people do. They ignore the hatred and feel the love.
I guess that's the best. Try to hang on to the ones you love and love because someday it will all be taken away from you.
I just wanted to thank EVERYONE.
For yesterday. Thank you for calling at 12.
Thank you for messaging me at 12. Thank you for calling me long distance.
Thank you for leaving funny messages for me. Thank you for saying two words to me more than a thousand times.
Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for dealing with me. Thank you for dining with me. Thank you for the gifts.
Thank you for the hugs and the kisses. Thank you for the goodies. Thank you for the waves and the glances. The smiles and the laughs.
Thank you for making me feel unbelievably cheesy for writing this. I love each and everyone one of you. Even if I don't goddamn know you. I love you for calling, I love you for the hugs and I love you for just being there for me on my birthday. So Thank You.
PENNY JUST CALLED FROM GREECE. It's 6 AM there. She's unbelievable! She says HI to everyone.
I told her everything I could think of that is happening off the top of my head.
Like how my birthday was. How Jean got a job at Second Cup. So on and so forth.
I told her we all miss her and love her. She's doing well. I love you Penny.
Well. Goodnight.
There is so much hate in this world.
And less and less love each day.
The purpose of life is to lead a life of purpose.
Here I am. I am finally Eighteen.
And it took one powerful, fictional episode to make a difference on my outlook of life.
It has not been the first time. We never look at the big picture of life.
We always gaze in amazement over the small things that happen each day.
We are all so caught up in nothingness that our generation isn't taking a stance against certain issues.
Another terrorist attack has occured.
I feel nothing. People have died. Families are grieving.
People are still dying as we speak. And here I sit, in luxury writing about how we should do something.
Personally, I am not strong enough to do anything. I believe there are stronger, powerful, and smarter people out there who can make a difference for me. I am too scared to do anything.
I remember when I used to say, "I am strong. I could have died twice, but here I am today, alive."
There must be a reason that I am or else I would have died. It's weird. I'm not scared of dying.
But I am scared of being killed from hatred.
I have so much to say.
And yet a week from now.
People will still live in their little bubble.
Because this is what people do. They ignore the hatred and feel the love.
I guess that's the best. Try to hang on to the ones you love and love because someday it will all be taken away from you.
I just wanted to thank EVERYONE.
For yesterday. Thank you for calling at 12.
Thank you for messaging me at 12. Thank you for calling me long distance.
Thank you for leaving funny messages for me. Thank you for saying two words to me more than a thousand times.
Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for dealing with me. Thank you for dining with me. Thank you for the gifts.
Thank you for the hugs and the kisses. Thank you for the goodies. Thank you for the waves and the glances. The smiles and the laughs.
Thank you for making me feel unbelievably cheesy for writing this. I love each and everyone one of you. Even if I don't goddamn know you. I love you for calling, I love you for the hugs and I love you for just being there for me on my birthday. So Thank You.
PENNY JUST CALLED FROM GREECE. It's 6 AM there. She's unbelievable! She says HI to everyone.
I told her everything I could think of that is happening off the top of my head.
Like how my birthday was. How Jean got a job at Second Cup. So on and so forth.
I told her we all miss her and love her. She's doing well. I love you Penny.
Well. Goodnight.