Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around

[liz]

Well, my love, that's it. They've pressed us against the wall, kicked us, kissed us, tricked us, and treated us for the last time. They've knocked us down to the gymnasium floor for the last time. We're ripping off the band aid, my love, and picking off our scabs. Because, well, let's admit it: no one's perfect. The things that are so "Perfect" about this world are all the little flaws and cracks in the diamond. That one problem you get wrong on your math test. The heartbreaks we've suffered, my love, have built us. What point, is life, if we do not face our trials and troubles along the way? Hardships, starvation, jealousy, fears, all build character. We are made by what we do. So, what are you going to do? Let the big kids knock you down in gym class, or… maybe… stand back up? I'm not in control of you, my love. The choice is yours alone. And know, when you're lost in the dark unknown, surrounded by bats and loneliness, that no matter what we still have each other. So, let's pick off the scabs, my love! Let us fight for our opinions and dignity, my love! Let us remember all that we have forgotten. Your second grade classmates, your closest childhood friends. Your first crush, who may've turned out to not be so nice. Your old friends, who you may've never fixed those problems you had with. It's not too late, my love! Go back, fix it. Fix everything! Because even when we're lost in the dark cave, our ties and kinship remain. We never have nothing… as long as we have each other.

[liz]

Someone's life is like a bowl of sugarcubes;
Each person that touches it chips off a little bit of sugar.
Let each grain represent a day, a life touched, an event perhaps.
And then, out of the person's control, a young child(named Murphy perhaps?) reaches in your bowl of sugar and mixes in salt.
Let each grain of salt represent a friend lost, woe and sadness, a truly bleak and dark time.
You want to sort out all of the salt, and have a sweet and caring life, but hey.

If you want to make cookies, a little bit of salt is in the recipe.

[liz]

I dunno when
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never
Change for us at all

I love you. I can never tell you that enough. And I, for one, hate change. Loathe it. I've always been, "When life gives you lemons, squirt them in life's eyes." But sometimes things HAVE to change, my love. And I'm scared of it. I've been terrified of change as long as I may remember. And now change has forced itself upon us again. I know you're stressed, I know you're sick, my love. I am too. We need to push past this, my love! We need to survive, my love. We are better than this. We are better than change. We need to stand up, move, and fight to get stronger. We need to suffer this pain to become physically, and emotionally, strong. I love you. And I know you love me too. So why are we just sitting here, when we could be out there vanquishing evil, saving our slowly collapsing world? Why are we lying low and waiting out the storm? Run, run outside. Get yourself wet and dripping cold and dirty. Rebel against the hive! Who are they to say who we are, my love? Who are they even? We are better than them, my love, for we are us. We have our own minds, we are not their drones. We do not meet expectations. We are expectations. We are below average we are below them we are not below ourselves, my love. We have the strength deep below to push up past them and become our own. So why don't we?

[Sponsored content]