Me, screaming and crying: "WHY DOES EVERYTHING KEEP CHANGING WHY IS EVERY MOMENT FULL OF LOSS IM SO TIRED"

here it is again, my favorite day of the year. we remember today, we are borrowing dirt. you are not above creation; you are a part of it. you are not living on Earth; you belong to Her, you are a piece of Her. you are dust breathing; you are the ashes of a thousand forest fires, the stuff built from the corpses of stars. you are made and guided by the Force that controls life and death, beginnings and ends, and the pathways in between. death is not a curse, it is a phase of being: a roadway between states of consciousness. you'll return back to where you once were. but God has decided that you should get to be of a separate consciousness; God made you alive and human. do well with that and be grateful. and remember today to whom you belong, where you come from, and where you are going.

But I'm a Cheerleader: playing in my school's theater

I need a god to worship. A person who’ll be my god, who’ll treat me like an angel. I need to be someone’s angel, their guardian.