You Matter I was on Tumblr, looking at a blog of a new follower. The whole blog was basically about suicide, cutting, and drugs. And here I am thinking, "is #life really that bad?" Ya #life can be horrible, but how will resorting to these things make it any better? Cutting and doing drugs distracts your internal pain, but will resolve anything?And suicide can end it, but than you miss so much. You had your whole #life ahead of you to do something incredible! And don't think for a second that there is no out there that doesn't care for you; you might just not be able to see it! LIFE SUCKS! It's just the way it is and we can't help it! Its how we get through it that makes its better. Though the tunnel might seem so dark and unbearable, there's always a light; you just need to find it. Everyone has a purpose, as hard as that might seem to believe and even I have doubts. You can make a difference! There is only ONE you! And don't think that the world would be better off without you, because it wouldn't! Those thoughts telling you aren't good enough, there all in your head, ITS NOT REAL!! And for those who tell you that you don't matter well screw them! Because they don't know how much you are capable of. And the best part is that God loves you, whether you know Him or not, and He will always help! I promise. Sometimes they say that those who have known the most tragedy can bring the most happiness to others. Meaning that those of you who are in bad situations, you can get through it, and by doing that can bring hope to others who are in similar situations like you. So is #life really that bad, that we throw it all away without acknowledging the affect?

Smile Smile. You never know how is will shine or who it will reflect on.

Consider God's Handiwork. Who Can Straighten What He Has Made Crooked. -unknown

Aha Hee, Ahah! See! It's a funny thing When your friend Hacks your phone And writes a #poem And she laughs Because You'll probably never know For some reason Instead of wreaking Settings havoc She goes on Opuss Instead. (She has no idea either.) Sincerely @Mulishwhim.

Mad Waiting The lady in blue- Will she come today? Will she come tomorrow? Who knows the next tea time? Sitting in the same armchair, Faded, musty, you can hear the buzz of fleas, The owner is like the dead; still, except a few movements. An odd mat of bright, red, hair, Holds up a worn hat with the stench of mercury, Calloused hands wrapped in old bandages. Pour more into the chipped cup, Realize that once more the tea is cold, But why prepare more if one is to have no guests. But what if she comes today-tomorrow...? Why is a raven like a writing desk...? She is very late, late for an important date. Late..... We all of the Hatter within us, Me, have I gone mad?