Chasing Butterflies

So I'm a bit of a child. It probably isn't SUPER obvious from my posts since I tend to write about more serious things, but yes. I'm a kid. I probably have a 5 year old somewhere inside my college-kid sized body. I don't mind that I act like a kid, in fact, it is a good release from every day stress and annoyance. Something I have discovered lately, is that people think I should grow up more. Okay, I can handle that, but why? Why get rid of child-like joy? Why get rid of occasionally playing soccer with empty milk jugs in my room with my roommate? Why should I always be stoic and have an 'adult' sense of humor? Why can't I be excited about a bow in my hair, a new stuffed animal, crayons, fuzzy socks, awesome rain boots? Who's to say I shouldn't be? No one that really matters to me so far. I want to retain a child-like innocence, a child-like love of things that make me happy. Life...can be hell. I'm sorry if I come across as child-ish and imm

People are sick. Today I have lost SO much of my faith in humanity. This won't be my usual "look everything works out in the end" kind of blog post. I can't. I know I posted yesterday but what I saw and read today impacted me so much that I couldn't help but say something. I was on Facebook and I saw a picture from one of the sites I have 'liked' of a mother who had no legs, holding and kissing her baby, sitting on a skateboard to try and get around. The caption said "like if you think she is a good mother". I clicked on it because I was curious. I 'liked' it and then clicked over to another picture. This was a picture of a young boy with a GIANT grin on his face. He looked so happy! He was running a race with prosthetic legs. He didn't care if he was last, he didn't care that he didn't have legs, he cared that he was running and moving and doing things people probably said he would never be able to do. I 'liked' tha

I haven't written in almost 2 months and for that I apologize. I felt like I didn't have anything worth writing about. I didn't feel like I had anything that could touch other's lives, including my own. I had fallen into a bit of a pit. I wouldn't necessarily say I became depressed, but I felt separated from everyone and everything around me. I tend to write about things that happen to me and tie them to what happens within me, but I didn't have anything like that. This time I think I am going to try and do it the other way around... We'll see if this totally flops or not! What has happened within me in the past 3 months has been confusion, frustration, joy, annoyance, giddiness, more confusion, sadness and just an aching hole. To those of you who know my personal life a bit more: the aching hole did not come from breaking up with my boyfriend. That was something that I knew for about a month before it happened that it needed to. Coming to grips with needi