The worst thing that has ever happened to me is when I got cut from the basketball team two years in a row because I wasn’t “big enough”. Ever since then I’ve been self conscious that i’m not good enough.
The best thing that has ever happened to me is probably my dog Moose, and my bird Goose. Moose is the strongest little boy ever. He’s fighting this disease, and he’s been my little man through all my problems. Even with his condition, he’s always there for me when I come home. He’s what keeps me going when I feel like there’s nothing left. And Goose. Goose was a reason to come home. He could always make me smile. Even when he was such a little spoiled brat, he’d give me a kiss on the cheek or he’d jump all over me. He was my best friend, and even though he’s gone physically, he’s the best little bird I’ve ever known, and I still feel him everyday.
there’s a difference between “lazy” and “i don’t want to fucking do that shit”