Who knows who cares.

I think that you learn from your mistakes, or that some do, Tragedy, not so tragic because it forms who you become, What mistakes and tragedies fill your life are the ones that will form you into the being you are. It is not all Tragedy and Mistakes though, it also depends on how you take it and how you respond to it, respond negative or positive. I realize that because we will never know what it is like to walk a mile in someone else's shoes we will never be able to know what that person goes through day by day. What torments and haunts that persons soul. I don't want your pity nor do I have any use for it. What I want is your understanding, that I am not a person to be taken lightly, that I have gone through a mans struggles when I was still in elementary school. I've adapted, but the pain is still there, that doesn't go away. You adapt to it, but it will always be there. I can be bitter if I choose to be, I can be angry, I have those rights in my opinion. A person who needs help and doesn't ask for it is foolish, a person who needs help and seeks council is wise, same stories different days.

Sometimes in church you will hear them talk about giants, these giants are metaphors, I have a major giants, Anger, Grudges, Wrath. All three are horrible, but all were brought and let in through the door that hurt opened when it introduced itself into my life. I've had giants that have festered for more than a decade under the surface, sometimes they burst, but it is never the entire thing, if the entire giant were to come out I doubt that there would be anything left. Blind Rage that is what it is, a blood lust.

I don't care if you are a girl or a guy, black or white, crap you could even be purple, everyone has problems, some are more dramatic than others. But they are just that, problems, and problems can be solved, others are just reduced.