Sam's Stories

When everyone needs help, Americans go to someone or something. Not this American though, he only attends himself for help because I only know how I process information. I’ve wondered if simply going to me helps. The answer is a mix, because sometimes I do need someone, I am just too stubborn to admit the necessity. The reason is that I want to try to solve the issue on my own, and I will not stop until the problem is resolved. I never let the worry go, the reason being I choose not to let the difficulty sit and boil. Problems need to be solved at that moment, so no one can hold a grudge with the problem being able to fall off the table. I am the only man that can pull myself out of the dark hole that I did or did not make. I know I am worthy of help from someone, but half the time I can not trust them due to the past I have lived through. It is sad, and I wish others understood that it is not the people who I will meet in the future’s fault, but it is the ones who have used me in the

By Sam's mom, Gina, on a bad day (which we all have sometimes) I'm sliding The slick platform is one I can't handle. The tar is cozy and it pushes me down further. I want to be the strength of the mine, but I am afraid I can't be any longer. The toll is real. For so long, I have been the ranger convincing myself that things will be okay. As I sit here, I still believe they will be. What what will become of me? Easy is not what I want. I want to breathe, like really breathe. Things working out only goes so far. A long way in my mind, but not in the others. I feel like a liar. Be You. It's tattooed on my arm for God's Sake. But what I say in those interviews are not the truth sometimes. He is okay, but okay comes with unfairness and fucking pain. Screaming from the mountaintops, be okay, would feel great, but moot at this point. My chest burns with screams because I can't fix it. I never did. ~Gina Mitchell

ROAR! That is the most common sound of a monster. I am a monster, but a funny and safe monster with the strongest brain. The reason being is that I have never played someone I’ve never been. While it was a pain not to play dress-up, I still kept becoming myself one year and age at a time. The burden of trying to cure a misconception plague is hard some days, but I enjoy every second of it because I get to show everyone what hidden gems I design. My happiness comes from humans opening their eyes to realize that we should be looked at seriously and when that happens as our inner monsters shine and make sounds of excitement. When you put the red light on us for too long, then we will be granted the potential to flip the light and turn it green. I might have certain references. I am still at the end of the day my monster. Furthermore, I do my best to practice what I preach, but it seems as if my inner monster cannot handle the pressure, which leads him to blow. Our brain cannot sometimes g