Author: Kris

Hi my name is Kris, and I am addicted to personal development, and the word DETERMINATION! :) and BRENÉ BROWN!!! And BRIAN JOHNSON!!! Aaaaaaaand WOOOO!!!! 142.

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The Los Angeles times says that 67% of american families are now considered disfunctional, that means were the majority, were normal, its the people that had the mom, dad, sister, brother connections that were the freaks. Normal people terrify me because they havnt had any problems in their life to know how to handle a  problem when it comes up…something little happens… and they just snap. But being from a disfunctional family means nothing rattles me.

I heard that on an episode of titus… an old one and thought it was kind of interesting.

drama man, tired of it.

Yeah so yesterday was like the best day in a very long time and today just totally screwed that vibe up. First off I wake up to my mom screaming at my family on the phone, police are called etc and im thinking like what the fuck i just went to sleep at like 6 and here it is 8 and they are screaming at the top of their lungs and crap. so the whole day was screwed up cuz my mom threatned to kick me out again etc etc happens practically weekly from her stupid “mood swings” Aite well I have to wake up tomorrow morning at like 8 to be trained for this new job so…. peace out

devour

Run to where the smallest ray of light will never find you
Run to where you will not need to shield your eyes
Run away from all the soulless heartless fiends who hound you
Run away and let your memories go blind when I

Devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you’ve brought
Meaning to my life

not really in the writing type of mood tonight cuz well I dunno im realy tired tonight but that doesnt even matter because im going to stay up until like 5 anyways haha cuz thats how I roll. tomorrow I got school from 6-9 but I have to leave at 5 and wont get home until like 11 cuz of the BUS how weak is that!

fear

I see fear all around me, wondering why I was ever put in this world in the first place. It was a mistake to which I am grateful for(Yes I should have never been), yet still wondering the purpose of life itself. I dont really know what mine is yet, or if I even have one?

Why do I have to fight,
And lay my life on the line?
No one would give their life for me
So why should I have to give mine?

I’m an ordinary person
who is eventually going to die.
The way is unknown and that scares me,
if I said it didn’t, that would be a lie.

depressed

Yea so apparently now my mom is accusing me of doing alot of drugs lately because of my “mood swings” whatever… if she wasnt so fucking stupid she would see the real reason why im always pissed at her/ this house. Its times like these where I just want to knock some fucking sense into my mom and just yell like shit at her to make her understand how fucking stupid she is but instead I just go back to my room and blare the music. This is the 2nd time shes accused me of this shit in the past few months. As days go by I begin to be ashamed of this family more and more. I mean what the FUCK can I look forward to if all I see is death and stupidity in this family? I mean am I the only person that acctually is SMART enough to see that college WAS and IS the way? While almost every other adult in my family didnt go to college, its kind of easy to see the results….everyone is practically living shitty lives and putting their CHILDREN through shitty lives on the way through. I mean I would SERIOUSLY like to relive this life without experiencing all of the fucked up things that took place. I mean how the fuck can I go to school in 6th grade and forget that my mom tried to commit suicide, or how the fuck can I go in 7th-8th when she tried to do the same fucking thing. I mean how the FUCK can someone care enough on schoolwork during these times? or how about 9th when my freakin dad died…….10th was practically the best year for nothing shitty… or should I say really really bad to happen…. oh throughout this whole time my mom was basically unemployed cuz she didnt feel like working because she was depressed.   4/4/05

Ode to the Nice Guys

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Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

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