Undone

And I’m so sad

like a good book

I can’t put this

Day Back

a sorta fairytale

with you

a sorta fairytale

with you

I could pick back up

whenever I feel

Well life isn’t a sorta fairy tale around here. That’s the way life is though. I wrote this huge rant about people and their lives and how it makes life horrid and what not. *smiles*

Actually, lucky me, I had the realization of what makes life horrid for every one, everywhere.

CHOICES

Regretting them, unable to make them, having them made for us, making the wrong ones….. that’s what causes misery. There isn’t one person in this world that can say their problems result from some choice someone had made along the way.

Try me. I can show you anything. The drunk stays drunk because he chooses to. The poor man stays poor because he chooses to let his monetary value decide where he belongs in society.

Sure, You could say “It wasn’t my choice, it was soinso’s choice, and I’ve been effected” Notice I said that their problems resulted from bad choices, not necessarily their own. It’s possible that some child has been subjected to abuse everyday of their lives and in turn become violent and end up killing tons of people.

Still, in the end, they pulled the trigger that took than man’s life. Their choice, their responsibility. It wasn’t your choice to be abused everyday, but it’s your choice to react.

Anyway, I’ve been examining life carefully everyday since I’m going to turn eighteen. I’m noticing that life isn’t cherries (even though I’ve known since like… forever) and it’ isn’t peaches, or any thing else that is sweet and pretty.

It’s bile if anything. Useful, needed, but a nasty thing to have to swallow.

Derringer Meryl [Full of Christmas Cheer] Out