its crazy how my mom can be a psycho bitch and it comes down to physically fighting her. 

i think it breaks my moms heart every sunday at the end of service when the pastor says “bow your heads…close your eyes and raise your hand if you would like to pray the prayer to accept god into your life” …and i never do. i just know that coming back to God is something i need to do for me, not her. i refuse to say im going to commit myself to the lord when i know im not ready, and will go straight back to my sinful ways.

im just tired. 

i want to tell you you’re making a mistake. but its your life. I’ll be here when everything falls apart.

after this weekend in DC with the Dream Catcher Program, ive never been more proud to be native american.