cry a river, build a bridge and ger over it. BUT...

Sometimes, it's not as easy as building a bridge and getting over your river of tears. Sometimes, when you build the bridge, it takes every single inch of your soul not to jump over and drownd in that river of tears. that river of sorrow, that river of pain and regret, shame and defeat, anger and aggression, emptiness and doubt. It takes every solitary drop of strength you have in you not to get carried away in that river of all of the hidden feelings that build up and stack on top of eachother. the feelings that you never had the words to let out. But if you fight that will to be done, and give it your all to carry on, than you will be able to see the true beauty that awaits on the ther side of the bridge. The prideful feeling of knowing that you were strong enough to bring yourself across those emotions of remorse. And that, is the true beauty.

being an outcast doesn't always mean getting cigarette buds thrown at you during lunch, or constantly thinking you stink because nobody wants to sit by you. it doesn't always mean nobody understands your ways. No. Sometimes, it just means getting a whole lunch table to yourself. Being an outcast means being weird, but not the weird that people think is unexceptable, the kind of weird that is too unique for people to understand. it means having many friends, but not belonging to one specific friend group. it means thinking outside of the box. And the best part of being an outcast is you don't have to worry about being excepted by your 'friends' because you've learned and excepted that they don't matter as much as they might seem. As long as you are true to yourself, than nothing else matters.

   "With the lights out
it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us"
    -Kurt Cobain

Who are we to judge one another based on sexual preference when we are living in a country that is based off of freedom and opportunity? We are living in a society where loving an individual of the same sex is imprecise in some people's eyes. Why do we as humans look at these individuals as outcasts to society? why do we as humans place these people under the category of "wrong"? if you ask me, i say let that man marry that man. Let that women adopt children with her wife. I could see if they were committing a crime, but the only crime they committed is being in love.