where we belong

Well, tomorrow we are leaving to go back home. One thing that I hate is leaving. It's like one of the worst feelings to me, and I don't even know why. But as my aunt just stated, "Well, we all have to go back to where we belong sometime". So true.

One of the things I have been thinking about lately is politics. This one thing is so dividing amongst people. I don't even understand them completely, and i wish I did more. But most of my family is conservative... farmers, hunters, hippie-hating, Obama-detesting, the whole nine yards. Actually, that is one side of my family, and then the other side is very liberal. It's kind of funny. It's just...which side do I fit into? I feel kind of half and half.. I always see both sides of any issue, it seems, so it's hard to pick a side. I am just a peaceful, loving, caring person but also hard-working and spiritual, and I don't want to be defined by a political side.

OH DEAR! Someone else let me know what you think? Are politics really that big of a deal? I am starting to see things in light of which political side people belong to. Except, it kind of ruins things because it's so black and white. Sometimes I don't like being a teenager because you have to find out all of these things about yourself and define yourself somehow.

My politics are love, peace, acceptance, respect, humor, hardwork.... sigh. I just need to figure things out. :)

hurt

Here's my first post.
And sadly, I think the subject matter will be hurt.

The most hurtful thing is that you said that you would always care and would always love me. The second most hurtful thing is that it happened completely out of the blue...and tonight I could have been with you in your presence enjoying you and being loved, and not alone.
Oh Britton, my sweet Britton, beautiful Britton.
I am going to miss you so much.

And it hurts to much for words. It hurts too much for music. It hurts too much for comfort, but it doesn't hurt enough to not be felt.