Fighting Me

Today i realized that no matter what people say you cant do, no matter what you yourself beleive you cannot do, the best revenge is to prove yourself - and them - wrong. I learned this when my father started yelling at me and calling me fat today. but he has no idea how it feels to walk down halways, feel eyes staring, and be helpless. What goes around comes around, and until then, my sister is helping me. We go walking every day and i cant be more thankful for her help.

It is like a river, calm, yet sublte through the eyes of a painter. But who is to say "Dont paint the river, for it may flood and bring forth bad memories". Whosoever is fearful of memories is fearful of love itself. Explain to me why the painter cannot paint the river? Tell me why he is suddenly starved the opportunity, to do what he loves, to paint the blues of the waters. And they counter "To paint memories with the brush is drawing fate with a pencil saying; 'This is how it is always to be'.

I wrote this during Civics class because i was really bored. I think that this can kind-of relate to life because it is kind of saying: Why spend your time doing what everyone else does, stacking the same type of memory, when you live to say that you did so much more.