I realize

I realize how pessimistic I am. Like, the full blunt of it.

I was talking to my little sis and she's in seventh grade. She was telling me that some dirty minded boys in her class were snickering about the word hoe, in the gardening tool context. The teacher explained to the whole class the difference between a hoe and a whore and my sister was upset that she understood what the teacher was saying about that. Now, my sister is very pure, the complete opposite of me; this child still doesn't know how babies are made.

I told her that this world is shitty and she needs to know that kind of stuff. And she doesn't want to; she believes that this world still has good in it.

I was telling my dad about this the other day and he agrees with her; there is still good out there. But we can make our part of the world good, that's what my dad said. But the thing is, my little corner of the world can't stop school shootings. My little corner of the world is useless against the bullshit of this world.

And yes I know, being pessimistic is the worse way to go through life, especially at my age. But I say, fuck it. You can't be disappointed if you didn't have any expectations.