fuckyeahdyslexia

fuckyeahdyslexia

To explain the title, I am dyslexic. Dyslexia isn't a disability of any sort. It shouldn't be considered something that is looked down upon either. Dyslexia is just another way the brain works and interprets information. I recently used the example as: You have those people who interpret information like PC's and dyslexics interpret like Apple's. I personally think dyslexia is a term that's too broad. Dyslexia could be as broad as the word cancer. Those who have dyslexia all succeed and fault in different areas, but in the end we interpret information into visual pictures. Most dyslexics have careers having do with visual jobs, for example: photography, cinematography, design, and much more. My writings, pictures, or music posted, will have nothing to do with dyslexia, but my writings, pictures, or music posted all are impacted by my dyslexia.

I don't hold much back. Here and there I'll explain situations going on in my life. Posting a picture with each post is a must. One of my biggest passions is with photography. Most of the photos posted won't be of my work, but of work that I admire, and one day would love to replicate in some way. Replicating would mean, the lighting, the model's pose, the fashion, composition, etc. In the end I hope to be able to take most of these posts, and have them edited into some sort of book(excluding the photos and music). Writing here also is my form of release. I know I don't have many followers at all, so the idea of writing for people, isn't the idea behind it all. Maybe down the road after a few years, if this could be turned into a book, then yes it could impact people. As of now the writings will only allow you to get to know me a little bit more and get inside my head. My grammar is absolutely horrible so if you have issues understanding something, then don't hesitate to e-mail me. Sxeseis@mac.com

Thanks,
Dylan

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I feel a little misunderstood sometimes…maybe it’s just me though. I am just bad at life. I am terrible actually. I hurt people, when really, I only want to make them happy. I am Tim from “Life and Times of Tim”. I can’t stand it. I say one thing, when I look back, yes I can see how what I said was the worse possible thing to ever say, but fuck my mind is just weird. It just thinks up weird things. My intentions are always honorable though and I just am so thankful for the few friends and family that understand that.
I used to be in a bible study with Trip, Ale(my two best friends), and many other dudes that I was somewhat/not fond of. Well, when it came to interpreting scripture and what I got from it, my answers were so far from what everyone else’s was. It was so weird. Trip, and Ale though, would always see where I was coming from, or at least say they did, which would make me feel a thousand times better.
I don’t know if it’s that I am the dumbest 23 year old ever with no absolute common sense, or just so gifted that no one else can think of the amazing things I think about.. Definitely not B.
My life’s sad. I struggle, and I have been for a long time now. What’s even sadder is how I want to cry right now, but I can’t. I am so close, but my tears just don’t exist apparently. Am I human any more?
I seriously should just move away, and become my uncle Sam. I feel that everyone I touch I hurt in some way. When my heart loves them so so so much, apparently my mouth says something otherwise. Or at least they take what my mouth says completely for the negative.
Why is it that we all look at situations, people, and problems, as a negative or positive. It’s as if nothing can be just an IT. Why do we have to label everything.
I am frustrated. Why? Because I am so in love with my girlfriend, that I said the wrong thing apparently. I was struggling and went to her for help. Instead of her taking my struggling as struggling, she took my struggling as me making her feel like complete shit. Which made me so confused. I was speechless. Then I just keep talking, and trying to recover myself, just pulling anything out of my ass which would make it “be better”, which ONLY makes it worse. What happened to me?! Why me? Why do I fuck up so much.
At least I know THIS, that God knows my heart, that He knows my intentions, and that I can find comfort in that. Damn I couldn’t cry after even writing that sentence. Almost did though.
What am I going to do now? I think I’ll just keep living my life. People will keep misunderstanding me, but that’s okay. I am me, I like me, and God made me for some reason that I don’t understand. I can be frustrated at him, I could hate myself, I could want to honestly want to kill myself, but I won’t. I love God too much, Marisa too much, my friends too much, and my family oddly too much.
Goodnight.

I feel a little misunderstood sometimes…maybe it’s just me though. I am just bad at life. I am terrible actually. I hurt people, when really, I only want to make them happy. I am Tim from “Life and Times of Tim”. I can’t stand it. I say one thing, when I look back, yes I can see how what I said was the worse possible thing to ever say, but fuck my mind is just weird. It just thinks up weird things. My intentions are always honorable though and I just am so thankful for the few friends and family that understand that.

I used to be in a bible study with Trip, Ale(my two best friends), and many other dudes that I was somewhat/not fond of. Well, when it came to interpreting scripture and what I got from it, my answers were so far from what everyone else’s was. It was so weird. Trip, and Ale though, would always see where I was coming from, or at least say they did, which would make me feel a thousand times better.

I don’t know if it’s that I am the dumbest 23 year old ever with no absolute common sense, or just so gifted that no one else can think of the amazing things I think about.. Definitely not B.

My life’s sad. I struggle, and I have been for a long time now. What’s even sadder is how I want to cry right now, but I can’t. I am so close, but my tears just don’t exist apparently. Am I human any more?

I seriously should just move away, and become my uncle Sam. I feel that everyone I touch I hurt in some way. When my heart loves them so so so much, apparently my mouth says something otherwise. Or at least they take what my mouth says completely for the negative.

Why is it that we all look at situations, people, and problems, as a negative or positive. It’s as if nothing can be just an IT. Why do we have to label everything.

I am frustrated. Why? Because I am so in love with my girlfriend, that I said the wrong thing apparently. I was struggling and went to her for help. Instead of her taking my struggling as struggling, she took my struggling as me making her feel like complete shit. Which made me so confused. I was speechless. Then I just keep talking, and trying to recover myself, just pulling anything out of my ass which would make it “be better”, which ONLY makes it worse. What happened to me?! Why me? Why do I fuck up so much.

At least I know THIS, that God knows my heart, that He knows my intentions, and that I can find comfort in that. Damn I couldn’t cry after even writing that sentence. Almost did though.

What am I going to do now? I think I’ll just keep living my life. People will keep misunderstanding me, but that’s okay. I am me, I like me, and God made me for some reason that I don’t understand. I can be frustrated at him, I could hate myself, I could want to honestly want to kill myself, but I won’t. I love God too much, Marisa too much, my friends too much, and my family oddly too much.

Goodnight.

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