to me from me

It's your second semester of your first year of college. I just want you to know that I'm proud of you for growing up into this wonderful and amazing person. I know you don't like talking about yourself and I know how much it's discomforting but I want you to know that you're beautiful in your own ways. Society can call you names and bring you down to the dirt, but you'll make it through. You're not alone.
 I speak for the other the gay women and men out there who are afraid of being themselves. Just like me, we're the same.
We are born once to experience life till death comes and harvests our souls.
You're meant to smile, to love, to be who you want to be.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to see that you're free.
I want you to be who you want to be.
I want you to be just like me.
a somebody
not a nobody

return

It has been a while since I've last posted on this page. Much of my time has been spent pondering on the ideas of what life would be like once I've graduated college. Most of the time, I feel as if there is a greater need for me to do something awesome. Awesome as in I want to change the world somehow. Much of these thoughts stem from my naive imagination; my crazy day dreams and such. I always wonder where I'll be, what position I hold as an individual in this sea of faceless bodies, and what I truly seek in life.
I guess I'll write some words to whoever reads these blogs.

It's good to be back.