So you’re walking along a road, a road we call life. How do you know where you’re going? There are so many stops, turns, “streets”, and “signs”, how do you know where to turn? You don’t, it’s not like you get a map to help you along. And that’d be weird, and funny, “The map to life,” if we had something like that would it help or would it make things more confusing? I can’t be sure, but you just have to try, and find your path. You’ll probably take a lot of different paths, but hey life’s got a lot of twist and turns. It’s something you kind of have to get used to, or if you don’t then you’ll always get startled or surprised by some new turn.
It’s also easy to get lost on the road, but you’ll find your way. You just have to keep goin’ and enjoy the scenery, if possible. If not try to speed through the rough patches. And try not to hit any speed bumps along the way, just try to keep cruisin’. And there’s nothing better than some good music during a long ride, so turn up the tunes.
And it’s amazing what kind of stuff pops into your head at 2:20am, when you can’t sleep… Anyway, that’s about it for now.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Enjoy the ride..
Ah, life is a f__cked up rollercoaster, so hang on, and try to enjoy the up’s, down’s, and crazy turns. Screaming sometimes helps. :)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Maybe, Maybe, Maybe..
Maybe, I’m not who you want me to be. Maybe, I do what I want instead of what you want. Maybe, you don’t think I’m perfect, but maybe I think I am? Maybe, you just need to accept me, for all my craziness, and flaws. Maybe you need to try to see it from my point of view, maybe I should stop caring what you think. Maybe, I should try to get away from all your demands. Maybe, I need to try to do things my own way more often. Maybe, I should just be myself, not matter what you think… Maybe, I’m tired of waiting, for you to see how great I really am. Maybe, I don’t need you after all?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Feel the burn?
Ever feel the burn, of holding in how you actually feel? You want to let it out, but can’t, or atleast you feel like you can’t.
You try to hide your feelings, sadness, anger, depression, pain, the list goes on. You smile, and act as if everything’s fine, you pretend everything is fine. Even if you feel like screaming at the world, asking what the hell, you don’t, and if you did that, people might think you’re a little crazy, we’re all a little crazy though; just no one wants to admit it. I try not to let people know, when something bothers me, I try to accept whatever is thrown at me. It’s not always easy, and sometimes I feel like I’m drowning, being weighed down, by everything I take, and don’t give, I just keep gaining all the crap people throw at me… the bad stuff is like rocks, imagine, you’re drowning, and something keeps tying rocks to you, it weighs you down, more, and more. And you can’t get free of the weight, and you can’t escape to the surface for freedom.
It creates a pain in your chest that never seems to lesson, and it’s hard to forget what people have said to you. People don’t realize, it’s easy to say crap to someone, and then forget it. But it’s a lot harder for the person who had crap said to them, to forget what’s been said. If you walk up to someone, and say they’re ugly or stupid, they’ll always remember that, think back on it, and that’s one of the rocks, that’s going to weigh them down, for a long time, maybe even forever.
You try to hide your feelings, sadness, anger, depression, pain, the list goes on. You smile, and act as if everything’s fine, you pretend everything is fine. Even if you feel like screaming at the world, asking what the hell, you don’t, and if you did that, people might think you’re a little crazy, we’re all a little crazy though; just no one wants to admit it. I try not to let people know, when something bothers me, I try to accept whatever is thrown at me. It’s not always easy, and sometimes I feel like I’m drowning, being weighed down, by everything I take, and don’t give, I just keep gaining all the crap people throw at me… the bad stuff is like rocks, imagine, you’re drowning, and something keeps tying rocks to you, it weighs you down, more, and more. And you can’t get free of the weight, and you can’t escape to the surface for freedom.
It creates a pain in your chest that never seems to lesson, and it’s hard to forget what people have said to you. People don’t realize, it’s easy to say crap to someone, and then forget it. But it’s a lot harder for the person who had crap said to them, to forget what’s been said. If you walk up to someone, and say they’re ugly or stupid, they’ll always remember that, think back on it, and that’s one of the rocks, that’s going to weigh them down, for a long time, maybe even forever.
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