Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

This one is to the good times.

And to the bad times.

To the fun we’ve had together.

And to the arguments we’ve had with each other.

I remember when we stayed up til’ 3am watching Say Yes to the Dress just because I wanted to stay up and talk to you.

I remember when you made me kill that mouse with Lysol and rocks when I was 4 and then you held me after and we cried together.

I remember getting a note in my lunch every day and feeling like my mom loved me more than any other moms loved their kids.

I remember getting checked out to go to Applebee’s with you just because you wanted to be with me.

I remember seeing you after every football game and without fail you’d take a thousand pictures of me and I’d say I was so annoyed…but to be honest I’m glad you took them.

I remember all the times you’ve read and edited my essays and poems and I’m telling you, we’re gonna’ be rich one day doing that together.

I remember all those nights falling asleep as you sang you are my sunshine to me and having the sweetest dreams.

I remember all those long days of shopping and thinking my legs would literally fall off because we’d been walking for so long.

You’ve been one of my best friends and greatest listeners.

And I’m sorry for all the fighting.

And all the yelling.

I really am.

But I just want you to know that I love you.

And I don’t know where I’d be or what I’d do without you.

Love,

Your Son

not the answer

-Lloyd

a letter to my old best friend

dear jerk,

we used to have some great times together man. we'd hangout everyday and most the time do nothing. but it was fun because we were just chillin' with each other. remember all the times we went out and picked up chicks together? man we made a good tag team. and then sometimes we would just talk. and tell each other everything. and i knew i could trust you cuz you were like a brother to me. 

what changed? i mean i thought i could trust you. never in a million years did i think you'd do something like this to me. but you did. you went ahead and stabbed me in the back you son of a bitch. you sold me out and told all my secrets that you promised you wouldn't. why? is it cuz you were worried i'd tell yours? so you had to beat me to it? 

i don't know what to say man. i mean like i said, i never thought you would do this to me. but what i do know is, i hate you. and i wish i could hit you in the back of the head with a hockey puck. (see gif below).

sincerely,

Lloyd.

you decide

how to be a failure

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quit when things start getting too hard.

take so many things for granted.

do stupid stuff just to piss people off.

put off goals just to be lazy

break promises.

say things you don't mean.

spit in the faces of those you love.

run off all your friends.

then learn from your mistakes.

and restart everything you quit.

and realize how much you're blessed with.

and try to make others happy.

and achieve the goals you set.

and keep the promises you make.

and watch what you say.

and give your heart to those you love.

and  work to regain your true friends.

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now tell me.

is this how to be a failure?

or.

is this how to be a success?

you decide.

-Lloyd.

i'd like to drink to world peace

so i see a cute girl at school

and we make eye contact

then she smiles at me

so i go talk to her

and say something totally stupid

then i'm like

and that's why most of my weekends look like this.

-Lloyd.

faith.

"challenges help restore power back to the people who rely on God"

-Lloyd

frost

we'll lay in the snow

and watch it fall to the ground.

we'll catch the flakes on our tongues

and let it tickle our noses.

we'll smile like nothing is wrong

and fall asleep in the silence.

we'll let the cold freeze our hearts

and let them melt away in the morning sun.

-Lloyd