Tyler Goode

I love you bro, i hope you know that!

Some Days I Can Fly And Others....I'm Trapped 
          Published Now. For A Special Little Friend. <3
          
          Enjoy! 

Picture Perfect- I Remember You (Published)
          
          This story is awkward and fun for me. XD
          
          I don't know what I'm getting myself into honestly. Please be honest with me ;P
          
          If you like it tell me! 

Part Five Of Picture Perfect- I Remember You 
          
          Coming Soon 
          
          <3

Hey guys!! Just in case any of you are interested, I have started a new story called Picture Perfect. I think it has three parts...maybe four(?) done already but don't trust me on that. I'm not trustworthy. O.O 
          
          Well I plan on continuing this one so if you'd like, you can read it and get back to me on info or advice or just to tell me that I won a million bucks, I'd like the last option. Well I'm broke anyway so...don't give me your money. I'd spend it on....oatmeal cookies. Maybe Twix. 
          
          Yeah okay. Random.  >.> 
          
          Well! Love you all! Thanks to those of you who dedicate some of your time! 
          
          -Tyler (Your mom) Goode
          
          P.S. Didn't mean to offend anyone. ^.^" 
          
          PS PS- Want to know who else didn't mean to offend anyone? MY MOM. 
          
          Okay, yeah. <3 

O.O o wow

I think it's about time all this shit with the people wanting to be assholes to each other needs to stop. My friend just went through having her best friend, like a sister to her, kill herself because no one heard her! No one heard her cry and no one asked if she was okay! I'm sick of losing friends because of ignorance! If something's wrong tell me! 
          
          I love you guys. 
          
          I'd die without you. 

YOU AREN’T A CREEP, YOU’RE A FRIEND!
          
          YOU AREN’T A LOSER, YOU JUST DON’T ALWAYS WIN, THE BATTLES THAT LIFE PUTS YOU THROUGH! 
          
          YOU AREN’T A FAGGOT, YOU JUST DRESS DIFFERENTLY AND SOCIETY DOESN’T LIKE THAT. 
          
          YOU AREN’T STRANGE, YOU’RE UNIQUE. 
          
          YOU’RE NOT UGLY. 
          
          You’re not ugly......................
          
          
          
          You’re you and the you everyone knows...
          Is beautiful. 
          

          Did drugs and got arrested? Do you really think it’s too late to fucking STOP? Your life is not MINE but it is YOURS and you should be the one to give TWO SHITS about it. 
          
          Honestly want to kill yourself? Will that help you? I’m not smiling. That’s not the answer. Killing yourself won’t bring a loved one back, it won’t make people dislike you any less or like you anymore. It solves nothing. It’s not the exit you should take. If you want an exit, EXIT OUT THE GODDAMN DOOR! 
          
          Tell the world “Shut your fucking mouth about me before I shut it myself and stitch it closed.” Who are they to tell you who you are when they barely know themselves? Who are they to tell you, you were born wrong? Who are they to TELL YOU that the clothes YOU WEAR or the way YOU KEEP YOUR HAIR is stupid and makes you look like a freak? Who are they to tell you YOU SHOULDN’T GET TATTOOS? Who are they to tell you NO PIERCINGS ON YOUR BODY YOU’RE A GIRL AND YOU’D LOOK TRASHY or NO NAIL POLISH ON YOUR NAILS BECAUSE YOU’RE A BOY AND YOU’D LOOK GAY? 
          
          WHO ARE THEY TO FUCKING TELL YOU WHO TO BE?!
          THEY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU AND THEY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME! THE ONLY THINGS THEY FUCKING KNOW ARE HOW TO BE THE PUPPETS THEY’VE SET OUT TO BE! 
          
          Who are you to listen?
          
          To break apart? 
          
          To cry at their insults? 
          
          Their judging?
          
          Their rules? 
          
          Who are you to care about them when they don’t care about you? 
          
          Who are you to believe what they say is true? 
          
          That they know you? 
          That they hate you? 
          
          That they don’t need you or love you?
          
          WHO ARE YOU TO NEED THEM?! 
          
          You’ve got your family!
          
          Your friends! 
          
          You don’t need the assholes with their hair in pony tails and their pom poms the size of their big asses and big lips that were put on their face for gossip, their eyes know no such thing called love. 
          
          They can’t even spell it. 
          
          Hang with your crowd and they’ll hang with theirs. You don’t need to be liked to be heard. 
          
          BE DIFFERENT. 
          
          YOU ARE A DIFFERENCE. 
          
          

Have you ever wanted to disappear? Would anyone care? Where would you go? How long would you run? Why would you run? Who would miss you? What about after that?
          
          When? 
          
          When did this happen?
          
          
          
          The ice forming on the window tends to remind one of all their insecurities. They are trapped in doors, bored out of their mind and waiting for the ice to vanish, for it to suddenly become Spring so they can make flower tiaras to share with friends. Flower tiaras that weren’t good enough got trampled to the ground. Those who shed tears were pushed aside, because spring isn’t  just the bloom of flowers. It’s also the bloom of depression. Through the seasons, spring blooming sadness, summer practically preaching it and fall calming it down, though it is still very much there...until finally winter. The depression has wilted, if you’re lucky that is, and a new sadness was filling its empty hole. 
          
          Sadness is key, the teachers tell me. It’s good to cry but what if you can’t stop? What if the tears keep flowing and flowing until you drown yourself, until you’re living in your own little fish tank and the fish aimlessly swim around your head, tickling your nose whenever they pass by?
          
          What if...
          
          Damn that seems to be the words now-a-days. It’s not “This will....” it’s always “What if..”. Well what if while you’re sitting there doing nothing, you realize you’ve practically wasted your life? What if you get into college but fail it? What if you actually are ABLE to reach your goal? 
          
          Why are the “What If”s always so negative? 
          
          Why can’t people just say “I will” for Christ fucking sake?
          
          Is it too late to change this world of “WHAT IF” to a world of “I FUCKING CAN” and “I FUCKING WILL”? 
          
          People are always throwing away their dreams. Drop out of school to raise a kid? Get your ass back in school and get your diploma when they’re old enough to handle themselves without having to hold onto the bottom of your shirt and say “Mommy”, “Daddy.”