Were never gonna see each other again after this year is over. Half of us will show up to the high school reunion. But most of us are gonna try and forget this dreaded year as soon as we step off of campus. I half assed all of the blog posts for this class but looking back at it I hate myself for doing it. I learned that there is a spot inside of me that loves to yell onto a peace of paper that no one will ever see. A part of me learned that its okay to cry, its okay to be unsure, or worried, confused, upside-down and bassackwards. But its never okay to stop going. Nels loved to talk about the scary reality of death. Honestly me too. Some of us are gonna die in the next 15-20 years and no ones even gonna know. “Hey I went to highschool with that kid”. Thats about it. As I hear the sound of the bell echoing through my head I think of the footsteps chattering down the hallway. The zipping sounds of backpacks and the Hoorays for the last day of school. But were grownups now. Little did you know we have to pay taxes, get jobs, and for most of us continue on with some more schooling. But if this post is any constellation to anyone, anyone at all, write it down, whatever it is, write it down. The thoughts, feelings, emotions, highs, lows and in betweens. I never knew how much not having a dad growing up would effect me until I started weighting about it. The word Dad is so foreign to me its not even in my vocabulary. I didn’t know that all those nights I spent laying awake crying was just because I wanted to know who he was. I don’t need him, never have and never will. I learned how to treat women with respect without him, I learned how to shave without him, and drive without him. I luckily was blessed enough to have the greatest women alive be my mother. The thought of ever trying to hurt her shreds me. I promised myself that if I ever met my real dad id give him the matching scar he gave my mom. But if theres one thing I’ve learned so far from not having a dad is that I don’t need a dad to be a great father. One day, when I have kids of my own, I’m gonna be the best damned father to ever walk this earth. Ive been really personal in this last post of mine. With that being said. Goodbye. Forever.

My heart beats, but not for me. It beats for the ones around me to depend on me to solve their problems. It beats to take the 3 a.m. phone calls from my friends that struggle with depression and anxiety. It beats to make sure my mom makes it home and has a good day. My heart beats to make sure those close to me are secure and comforted when needed most. My heart beats to lift the problems from them so I can rest them on myself. “Don’t mind me what’s wrong” “I’m okay tell me what’s up? “Talk to me i’m here”. I get so caught up with everyone else’s problems and reality that I forget about my own. That’s why my Heart Beats.

My heart beats, but not for me. It beats for the ones around me to depend on me to solve their problems. It beats to take the 3 a.m. phone calls from my friends that struggle with depression and anxiety. It beats to make sure my mom makes it home and has a good day. My heart beats to make sure those close to me are secure and comforted when needed most. My heart beats to lift the problems from them so I can rest them on myself. “Don’t mind me what’s wrong” “I’m okay tell me what’s up? “Talk to me i’m here”. I get so caught up with everyone else’s problems and reality that I forget about my own. That’s why my Heart Beats.

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My name is Sam Korich. i’m sure someone at least figured out it was me by now other than Nels. But hey. it’s me. How are you. Kidding I don’t care. Have a nice afternoon.

When I think about what i’m afraid of. One thing stick out in my mind like a sore thumb. Loosing my mom. Plain and simple. My greatest fear is the loss of my best friend, biggest inspiration, therapist, and mother. She’s the light and life on my whole existence and if I lost her her. Well I simply would have no idea what i’d do with myself. Sure j know that the day will come where I have to kiss her cheek one last time and and tell her i love her. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens. I have her birthday tattooed over my heart. She’ll never see this but. I love my momma.

To me being different can mean a ton of stuff. I get made fun of all the time for knowing stuff about cars in my friend group. Being different really depends though on the people you hang around. Cause my other friend group knows just as much as i do about cars, and we can talk and talk about everything and anything. so. personally, being different really just depends on whatever the hell sets you apart from anyone. and if people can’t accept that. then to hell with em.

I was reading the image with all the blue tickets in it, and in the order i was reading it I read “You will receive… shame” so i’m gonna combine the two. Shame whatever the reason being is never a feeling someone wants to have lingering. Maybe it’s because you stole a candy bar from the gas station. Or you lied to your parents about where you were the other night. But shame in and if itself is the brain telling you that you f$#@ed up. When i think of shame. I often think of a disappointed old lady going “shame on you”. So there you hate it. ShAmE

I’ve always been a fan of halloween. Off topic of skeletons, Halloween is a night where you get to be dressed up and act like someone completely different. Or maybe the person you’ve always wanted to be, without criticism from those around you. It’s a day of scaring the hell out of people, while also making out with a girl you’ve never met who tastes like snickers. Skeletons are cool tho.

Going through middle school the attention to detail some used to make me feel like lesser of a person was immaculate. Bob ross respected their detail. Heavy Bricks.

If you ask me. Love is the greatest thing that has ever happened to mankind. And the worst thing that’s ever happened to Man. People say love has no limits. But that’s false. You get in trouble for kissing your significant other in public. There is also a difference is loving, and being in Love. Love is not a game. it’s a lethal weapon that is capable of things only those who go through it know. Love brings people together. But separates them to all ends of the earth. Tread lightly. Or don’t tread at all.