Day 3-The Market and the Cemetery

The one thing I really wanted to remember about this day was how the children followed a group of us around to try and sell their toys.  "For your friend, sister, brother, mom, dad, enemies."  They said anything and everything to try and sell the items.  It made me think about how persistent they were and then thought about how young they are.  These children are selling things to support their families. They have no choice and it is so sad to me that they cant be "typical" kids, (in the sense that kids are supposed to play and not work).  Kids are supposed to be carefree-have no worries except to be children.  Unfortunately these children will not get the same experience as other children.  It is such a different way of living and I would not want to have my child unable to be a child.


We also went to a cemetery today; the graves were so colorful.  Families painted them whatever their family color was.  We were all able to see a snippet of a Mayan Blessing. The priest was speaking (what she was saying, I have no clue) and putting something from a water bottle on the ashes.  It was all really cool and their cemeteries are a lot better than the U.S. ones.

Lastly, the market.  I dont have much to say about it except: crowded, smelly, small/big at the same time, scary (I had to carefully guard my stuff), and an experience.

Let me tell you something, I hold on.

I Hold On-Dierks Bentley

A long way from home

I've come to the realization that we aren't friends anymore. I've tried to talk and hang out and you just don't want to. I'm done trying though. It is too much to be the only one keeping this friendship going. It is crazy to think that we won't be friends anymore but I suppose I saw this coming. It was never really me; more just a way to pass time.

It's sad when a friendship ends-especially when we have been friends for so long.

You might see this and decide you finally want to reach out to me (or maybe not), and it won't be enough. Not anymore. It is exhausting work and I would rather be friends with people who do not message me out of pity or boredom...or comfort. I get I'm not your first choice, or second, or third. That's okay. I just hope you don't expect much from me anymore.

Another One Bites the Dust

I have hated this song for a very long time. Listening it to it makes me cringe but now I feel like I have another reason for it.

Another of my fellow classmates from High school committed suicide.  I am not sure why it hits me so hard seeing as I hardly knew either of them. I cannot help but think that they could have been helped.  Well, a part of me feels that way.  The other part knows that depression is strong and persistent and cannot be fixed-even when someone has a lot of good things in their life.
Thomas, you were a real jerk sometimes and did horrible things.  But I am not happy you felt the only escape was death.  You were someones son and someones brother and the pain they feel will never go away.

You and Peter rest in peace.