Grey Warden. Spartan. Champion of Kirkwall. Deep-Space Engineer. Slytherin. Firebender.
The easily offended need not apply.
bad day. bad bad day.
I don’t talk to my father much. In fact, I try my very hardest NOT to. Every time we talk I end up feeling like shit, like he owns me and I owe him or something.
And this morning was no different.
Reading a Silent Hill blog
I keep misreading “Maria” as “Malaria”
time for bed
my commission is done
that i ordered
am so excited
and i want it
and dskjfh; kgjh;sOH;KHd’uahfsu’ [SKUHG’suhf;SIGDSIUGDFG DFGHDFG FGFD G
So, I’ve learned recently that some people will let one bad thing you did or said ruin what they think of you. Even if it’s just one thing, and you didn’t even say it to them, they were third-party, and even if you and the person you wronged have since made up.
Well, you know, it would be nice if we could be friends, but it doesn’t always work out that way. That’s a shame. I’m sure we would have been good friends.
But people like that don’t matter. It’s the people who stand by you, who want to see you, who want to be friends with you, who want to know you’re doing okay, the people who smile when they see you and forgive you when you do something they don’t like, and don’t let it get in the way of seeing how special you really are … Those are the people who matter.