becoming the man my parents wanted me to be-
i don’t know if i can write this yet. but i’m hoping that eventually they will look at me and see everything they dreamed.
at the very core of my existence, i respect my existence. and yours.
i’m not telling you that i’m prolife, because that’s not a choice that’s mine.
i’m telling you that i will never call a girl a bitch. and that i will never say grow up when i look at a kid. and i’m saying that i will hold as many doors open as i have to for someone that never got a chance to. and i will give my change to the save the whoever foundation because at my foundation, change saved me, and maybe i can’t pay it back completely, but i can be this me.
i can be the guy that doesn’t expect anything. except for from me. because i know my capabilities and i know the whole world, at least in my head, is relying on me.
so anyways, to my parents- you are the best people that i know, thank you for making me.
