She is not
''my girl''. She belongs to herself, and
to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom,
she still comes back to me, moment to moment, day by day, and
night by night. How much more blessed can I
be?
THE WORST KIND OF
PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD ARE THE PEOPLE WHO NOTICE WHEN
YOU’RE EMBARRASSED AND BLURT OUT “YOU’RE
BLUSHING” LIKE YES IM EMBARRASSED THANK YOU FOR POINTING
IT OUT TO EVERYONE YOU PIECE OF SH×T
*Hears noises at night*: Well
this is it, this is the end for me I had a good life. *Gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind
now. How am I ever going to see my first born child? *Heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a
heart attack. Is this what cardiac arrest is? *A cop walks by*: Here I go about to get arrested.
I probably murdered someone. *Taking a test*: Don't take your eyes off of
this paper, you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of
school and amount to nothing. *Gets a sunburn*: Great now I have skin cancer.
How will I tell my parents? *Tripping over something*: I guess my leg will
have to be amputated. Why did this happen to me?