Gideon Rhodes D11 [cb/done]

I used to blow up over the smallest thing. Someone could tell me my shoes were ugly, and I'd lose my mind. I'd scream at them telling them exactly what was on my mind. My words were never nice. They were horrible, terrible, and people actually wanted to start fights with me over it. Like my words weren't enough to knock some sense into someone. I was better than them, and in that moment, that was all that mattered. Never cared what others thought of me. Didn't bother me none because I knew what they said was trash. I was better, stronger, braver, louder, and yet these fools still tried me.

But I've changed over the years. I'm not as hot headed as I once was, and part of that is because I found someone I cared for. She helps keep my temper down, and I just want to succeed for her. Doesn't help that my family has been through a lot over the last several years. I'm tired of the expectations people have for me. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but sometimes it's nice to just step away and be myself without a care in the world. Just me and my girl. That's what I care about with hopes that one day I'll form a family of my own.

I have a little garden growing in my backyard. It's not much, but she helps me with it. We've grown it together. Some are edible, some are just there for looks, but that's okay with me. What matters is we made it as a family. It gives me something to do when I feel like I'm going to lose control. It gives me me an identity away from my family name. Flowers make the world a better place.