be real.

are you REAL??

Because me and the rest of my friends and people I have never met are tired of fake people. And are tired of being fake ourselves. Every stinkin person thinks that being fake is better than being real. How are we benefitting ourselves or anyone else by that lame social practice??

I have got to get real.
And so do you.


I am a smart girl with intense jealousy and trust issues. I dont think that I have everything figured out about God yet, and I make up for that by immersing myself in academic knowledge because it can be known. I have problems with faith and the lack of it. I love people more than you can imagine. Most of the time I feel like my heart is going to bust out of my flesh. And not in a pleasant way - in a destructive, bloody, gruesome way. I love to relate. I love to comfort. I love to love. I love that I am wired this way.
I tend to seek approval from people that are most likely seeking approval from me. I try to get the approval of older adults and students because I dont feel like I have the approval of my own peers. I also think I have most likely fabricated that idea myself. But I still believe it.
I think I am funny. But when I am the only one that laughs at my jokes, I have to wonder if that is even true. Or I wonder if they are just beyond everyone else. I am sorry but Jell-O in Spanish would be pronounced hello. And thats freakin funny. So why wont anyone laugh at it with me?? Laugh dangit.
I dont trust guys. And I dont trust their minds. And that has come from a series of experiences.

Real.
Real until you want to bury your head in the ground.
That is what I want from you.
And that is what I want from me.