Life gets tough sometimes when it throw you a curve ball in a game you didn't know you were playing. Most of the time you'll get painfully smashed in the face all bloody and what not. Too surprised to do anything back so you just lay there on the ground screaming, clutching your ruin face and the other team runs circles around you taunting you yelling cruel things like "Nice catch shithead!" or something like "Why don't you try and open your eyes once in a while squinty and maybe your face wouldn't look so ugly sir poopalot!" "Aw you angry loser? You going to tell your dad on us? Oh wait that's right you don't have a dad!" "Ha ha ha your so ugly your dad doesn't love you!-SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR MOUTH! YOUR ALL JUST STUPID! AND IM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU ALL DON'T SHUT UP!!!....................
Sorry, what was I talking about?
Ah yes, so sometimes life gets hard. And maybe its too hard to tough it out like you usually do. Maybe if your like me, you don't like to trouble those closest to you with your real problems. But if you didn't do your homework or you locked your self out the house for the third time that stuff alright to talk about, it doesn't hurt when they ignore those kinds of problems.....In my three years of college starting my new life here I've face some of the toughest choices I ever had to make. From broken hearts, to joining the military you have been there helping me through it all.
Do you remember that one time when I called you on the phone crying about trying to kill that trapped rat? I never forgot what you said to me. How even though I was calling my self weak and cowardly for not being able to kill this little trapped rat and I cried and sobbed that its squeaks were so terrible and I couldn't understand why it hurt so much to hear them. But you understood my sorrow and I swear there was a moment where I felt your smile from across the line. You told me how wonderful I am because I cared so much for something so little. You told me that I wasn't weak at all, it was just that my heart was too big and I that I was stronger then most people because I had to carry such a big heart where ever I go. You told me I was a good person even though I never believed I was a good person at that moment I believed you. And I felt happy.
I realize now that you should of been the first person I called not the second. I never made that mistake again.
You are compassionate, caring, emphatic, emotional, insane, lovely, weird, incredibly random, spontaneous, diligent, small, strong, delicate, and dangerously brutal. You cry at the drop of a hat and punch just as fast. You sing like some divine being but always end up lapsing in to some strange horrible creature noise that would frighten small children and animals. You make horrible days break down in to fits of laughter and songs, and make average days in to the most dramatic of moments. And most of all, you care about everyone and we all can't help but care about you.
So thank you. You're the greatest best friend that anyone could ever have.
Thank you.
P.S. So turns out a lot of people like the Mohawk, haha guess I should of kept it right? Thank you for the hair cut anyways. I think I look pretty fly bald.
Sorry, what was I talking about?
Ah yes, so sometimes life gets hard. And maybe its too hard to tough it out like you usually do. Maybe if your like me, you don't like to trouble those closest to you with your real problems. But if you didn't do your homework or you locked your self out the house for the third time that stuff alright to talk about, it doesn't hurt when they ignore those kinds of problems.....In my three years of college starting my new life here I've face some of the toughest choices I ever had to make. From broken hearts, to joining the military you have been there helping me through it all.
Do you remember that one time when I called you on the phone crying about trying to kill that trapped rat? I never forgot what you said to me. How even though I was calling my self weak and cowardly for not being able to kill this little trapped rat and I cried and sobbed that its squeaks were so terrible and I couldn't understand why it hurt so much to hear them. But you understood my sorrow and I swear there was a moment where I felt your smile from across the line. You told me how wonderful I am because I cared so much for something so little. You told me that I wasn't weak at all, it was just that my heart was too big and I that I was stronger then most people because I had to carry such a big heart where ever I go. You told me I was a good person even though I never believed I was a good person at that moment I believed you. And I felt happy.
I realize now that you should of been the first person I called not the second. I never made that mistake again.
You are compassionate, caring, emphatic, emotional, insane, lovely, weird, incredibly random, spontaneous, diligent, small, strong, delicate, and dangerously brutal. You cry at the drop of a hat and punch just as fast. You sing like some divine being but always end up lapsing in to some strange horrible creature noise that would frighten small children and animals. You make horrible days break down in to fits of laughter and songs, and make average days in to the most dramatic of moments. And most of all, you care about everyone and we all can't help but care about you.
So thank you. You're the greatest best friend that anyone could ever have.
Thank you.
P.S. So turns out a lot of people like the Mohawk, haha guess I should of kept it right? Thank you for the hair cut anyways. I think I look pretty fly bald.
