My family consists of people who always try to show each other up. During gift giving holidays, they compete to see how can out spend the other, buying expensive gifts and expecting expensive gifts back. It really bugs me because my 10 year old little cousin has an iPhone, iPad, iPod touch, and she has a flat screen in her room. For christmas she gave me 50$, and I gave her an iTunes card worth 50$, she then complained saying why I only gave her 50$. Well. You’re going to be great when you grow up, not. They’re the way they are because they’re rich and successful, and they have money to spare, too much to spare. I hate how they throw money out the window without a care in the world, they asked me what I wanted to be and why, and I told them I’m going to be a doctor and use that money to donate to charity. They ended up laughing and told me that was so naive of me to do. What did charity ever do for me? Why should I give MY money to them? It really bugged me, I used to look up to those same people, wanting to be successful like they are, but now they just disgust me. I dread family gatherings, because I have to see them with their true faces on.
I’m very passionate about helping people, though it might not seem like it because I give off this, stay far away from me kinda vibe, but I really enjoy helping people. My father helps anyone in need of help and he passed it on to me, whenever a friend is in trouble, I would help them regardless of anything. I want to be a doctor because they help people in more than one way. I’m really passionate about my dreams.
Whenever I’m stressed I either type it all up on my private tumblr, rant to a few friends, go in a pit of rage, or just punch something. I prefer the first or second choice over the third and forth choice. I usually rant to close friends, but there are times when they’re busy, so I usually just type it up on tumblr first and then I rant to my friends later if it doesn’t pass. I find it beneficial when I rant online or talk to myself because I get to stop and rethink what exactly is getting me upset.
15. What do you believe in? And not just God or atheism.
I believe that when we die, we just die. I believe that there are angels, but I don’t believe that just because you did good you’ll automatically go to heaven, everyone has done some wrong in their life, some more than others, but just because I did something nice doesn’t mean all my bad actions are now gone. I just believe that when we die, we die, and the reason for angels is that we’re too attach and we want to protect those who are dear to us.
reblog if you understand that the little girl pictured above is just as beautiful as the little girl pictured below <3