15th
(via missdeen)
i'm just a college student who happens to love exotic cars, music & drawing. i'm the middle and oldest child...you figure it out! I LOVE MY LIFE!!!
Dear God,
I’ve been pretty strong for the past 21 years. I haven’t let the fact that my dad wasn’t, and still isn’t, around get to me too much. I love my mom for giving up her social life for my sister and I. But, I feel like now it’s starting to build up. I can’t keep my tears in any longer. Even though I’ve found my brother, I feel like he’s still non-existent. I haven’t talked to him in a few months, and he wont answer my messages. I’m in a bad place I guess. My mom is sick now, and I still don’t know my dad. I don’t want to lose her, I know that my life would end. If not in the physical, I’d just be a walking shell. Can you keep her safe for me? I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I can’t focus, and I don’t sleep. I guess I just need some guidance. If you have any ideas, can I have a few signs? I would appreciate it a lot!
Love,
Cherokee
P.S. I know I didn’t have to write this because you already know what I’m thinking, but it feels good to write it down.
Wednesday: You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.”
Amanda: Gary, she’s changing the words.
Wednesday: And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.