It's not about how many friends you have or how accepted you are. Not It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people It isn't about who you have kissed. It's not about sex. It isn't about who It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear, It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown. Or if your skin It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport. Life just isn't.
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about who you It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. It's about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention. It's about But most of all, it's about using you life to touch or poison other people's Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and
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about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
your family is or how much money they have or what kind of car you
drive. Or where you are sent to school.
what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to.
is too light or to dark. Not about what grades you get, how smart you
are. how smart everyone thinks you are, or how smart standardized
tests say you are.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and
seeing who will "accept the written you."
make happy or unhappy pruposefully. It's about keeping or betraying
trust. It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
are spread to.
jealousy fear, ignorance, and revenge. It's about carrying inner hate and
love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
those choices are what life's all about.