Rain. 

William Wallace. 

Haggis, neeps, and tatties. 

Irn Bru. 

Kilts are worn by the manliest of men.

Loch Ness and Loch Lomond.

Rabbie Burns.

Shortbread. 

The Jacobites. 

Auld Lang Syne sang at the happiest time of year. 

All these things make up my homeland, which I'm proud to say is Scotland. 

Although at times I hate the sight of it, no matter where I go, I'll always call it home.

Anywhere I go, I will always praise Scotland. 

As I listen to popular music through my earphones in America, or outside the Notre Dame, I'll always switch over to my classic Scottish songs, even if that varies from Ye Jacobites to Flower Of Scotland.

Braveheart and Trainspotting will always be my top movie picks. 

Renton. Sickboy. Begbie. Spud. 

Four names that will only mean something to true Scots, 

those who know this speech from the first two words like the back of their own hands. "Choose life."

Until the day I die, I will always love Scotland, and I will always want our freedom we deserved, the freedom that William Wallace fought for. 

It's been two years, I moved on. 

It's been two years, you messaged me.

"Hey"

I was finally happy again.

I was then reminded of the pain you caused. 

"I'm sorry"

Two words will never fill my broken heart. 

I was only fourteen but I didn't know I could hurt like that.

I'm sixteen, I'm happy again.

You're sixteen, you were always happy. 

You moved on. 

I moved on. 

You popped up.

I was broken again. 

All you gotta do on a Saturday night is Just Dance because nothing can bring you Down. 

I went a whole week of being Sober, untilI became Obsessed with being Pop Champagne. 

The Hotel Room Service is horrible here, the staff Crack A Bottle before it even gets there and it always smells like there is a Fire Burning.

You had your Second Chance but you were so Heartless when you used to Kiss Me Thru The Phone.

There is No surprise that you have 21 Guns, you always loved being on the Battlefield.

One Time you wouldn't stop eating Chicken Fried food, but started calling me a Diva when you were sick everywhere.

I know these are pure mad and random but I was scrolling through my 60's playlist and noticed how often people could use the titles in a sentence, so I did. 

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He's the Fortunate Son of Mrs. Robinson, so every day I Say A Little Prayer for him. 

Wouldn't It Be Nice if, In The Year 2525, The Sound Of Silence will be Down On The Corner of Penny Lane?  

Please Mr. Postman, please Stand By Me I can't handle this Sherry that Sweet Caroline gave me back in San Fransico is full of Sugar, Sugar is bad for me.

Hit The Road Jack, the Brown Eyed Girl is My Girl, I asked her to Be My Baby back in the Wonderful World we used to live in.

I Can't Take My Eyes Off You because darling, I'll always remember you telling me that These Boots Are Made For Walkin' when we were in The House Of The Rising Sun.

I Got You Babe, I'll never let you go on this Sunny Afternoon as we stroll on down the Chapel Of Love.

You broke my heart.

I couldn't go on. 

I felt numb for months.

A year has passed.

I moved on.

I met someone new.

A few months had gone by.

You popped back up.

All my memories came back.

I forgot how sweet you were.

I forgot how soft your voice was.

I forgot why I loved you.

We sat on the rocks that waves crashed upon, the cold breeze flowing through my hair, your jacket protecting my arms from the bitter breeze.

We watched the sun set over Ben Lomond, the water going far out as we could see, trees and grass blocking the water for going any further.

They young children running along the edge of the water as their parents walked behind them, hand in hand, teens skipping rocks along the water.

Makes me think of our time together, we once were like those teens skipping rocks, we could then grow to be like the parents watching their children.

Watching all different generations gather here at Loch Lomond makes me think of how long we have our time together, we either have a lifetime or we have tomorrow.

Why can't your kid talk?

Why do you not teach him to behave?

Your kid is so annoying.

Your kid never stops flapping his arms.

They're terrible parents.

they can't even look after one kid.

...

Although I look normal, I have an illness, a mental illness. 

You may not understand, but you don't have the right to judge me that quickly.

Don't blame my parents, they're trying their hardest to give me everything to help me.

You don't need to yell at me if I don't behave like the other kids.

I just don't understand simple instructions.

I can hear you, but can't function it very well.

Please don't judge me and my family when we're in public.

Just know that they are trying their hardest to look after me.

When I got diagnosed it brought a lot more hassle for them.

They didn't have to read a book, they learned from me.

All I want you to know, before judging me, think about what could be going on inside my brain.

I am an autistic kid.

And I am proud to say it out loud. 

Can you hear me?

Can you hear my call for help?

Am I just one of the million people you look down on?

Am I just another one?

Did you hear me?

Did you see me cry for help?

I know you're up there,

I know you can hear me.

I know there are a million people praying to you,

But I am one of your many daughters.

Notice my cry, lord.

I need your light in this moment of time.

Can you hear me?

I know you can hear me.

You, up there in the clouds above.

Yeah, you.

I know you can hear me.

I know you can see me.

Green covering the land in front of my eyes,

Children playing until one eventually cries.

Dogs running around free as can be,

Meeting new dogs they'll probably never see.

People running on the concrete circling the grass,

Trying to not to look like an ass.

Elderly enjoying their lunch,

Watching everyone as they munch.

Couples walking arm in arm,

Ignoring the smell of the near by farm.

I sit on the bench at the end of the park,

Watching everyone's daily routines,

Knowing they're all different,

But they all have one thing in common,

Enjoying the fresh green grass in the park.