People that you thought that you knew, all the sudden are turning out to be strangers and I wonder why I still like that person that posted a dead animal, what some had decorated with balloons, telling happy birthday.
I wonder why wonderful people, with a golden heart, choose for a homophobic, racist as president, and still are defending them.
I said my things about it, and the others simply refuse to understnd my point of view.
Okay, maybe I am wrong, but considering the reactions that people give me, I see that I am not the only one.
And that, exactly that, is encouraging me.
I will not stop saying my things. When a picture is NOT funny, when a joke is insulting or disrespectful.
I will find the will to carry on, with the people that are in the heart. Nearby, and a bit further away.
When I look at them, I see that the world is not as bad, as that others contineous arte trying to tell us.
How bad is life, when you have a shelter, something to eat, someone who listens to you?
:) I love life. It is worth to fight for. With love.