A mistake is simply another way of doing things. Twitter: @NathanStathan
Hello and hi. How long has it been since we last spoke would you say. A while I'd imagine. I won't bore you with the details but its been a hectic past few months for me.
Just because something "good" happens in your life, doesn't mean you deserve it. Remember, the world owes you nothing..
On a day to day basis I'm faced with questions that for ever get me thinking. Today someone asked whether I believe you can change your destiny. If there even is one to begin with.
The title of this opuss, has in my humble opinion, summed up what all social communities online have become a competition for. Facebook, twitter and to some degree, opuss too.
Why say you love me when you don't mean it. Is that how much I mean to you. Has there ever been a moment where your love has actually been true.
This is a short poem just to say thank you, for all the lovely opusses and things you've said to me too. Your kind words are always a sight, of pure motivation and makes me want to write.
Hello everyone how are you doing. Hope everyone is well. Sadly I can't say the same thing, because I'm not doing so swell. I came to realise something today, Something that was pretty plain.
If someone asked you what is the worse possible feeling any one person can have, would your answer be.
I wouldn't say I was anything particularly special. More like just a normal, average person. No talents or excel in certain areas, nor do i have any really strong dislikes.
Just wanted to say thank you for everyone who left me some feedback on my recent opuss.
I have so much to say...just no words to say them with. I hate that for days I've come on here every day hoping to write something...but just stare at a blank screen for hours at a time.
I had a chance to think today, something I haven't had time to do I can say. Just about the world and it's people, should of been pretty straight forward almost simple.
Why is our outside appearance so important to other people. Why can't we just be happy with who we are as individuals instead of having to put on a face to the world.
It's been away for sometime, which I've noticed myself. I was struggling for something to write. Wanted something witty and clever that people would like.
I haven't written nothing for a few days but I've really wanted to. I've just had trouble get motivated. Don't feel like myself..
Sometimes I think of my life as a ghost train ride at an amusement park. Dark, a little bumpy.
You was meant to be my saviour , now your my demise. And you've turned into one of those people, I've grew up to despise. All your words are lies, and none of which are true.
Dear dad I know it's been about two years in the making but here's the letter you asked me to write about my feelings and what's on my mind.
Me and My dad haven't spoken properly for about 15 years or so now even though he lives with me. About 3 years ago, he asked me why I never speak to him.
...Bob, quite confidently and without fear of rejection went up to said girl and asked "You alright?. She rather reluctantly replied "Yeah I guess ".
I have a friend who for the sake of the story will be called bob (even though I'd use that term loosely), who considers himself to be somewhat irresistible to women.
Hello everyone. I'm Nathan. And well, I just wanted to make you aware of a new series Im starting today. The series will be a number of true stories in my life that will be broke into parts.
Just a short message to all my followers. Just would like to say thank you to you all. I may not be most popular on here, but just the feedback and kind words from you all make it so worthwhile.
I unplugged the drain so my life could go down it. I opened the windows so my dreams could go out of them. I stood back and watched every thing I'd ever cared about disappear.
Perfection The dictionary says: A quality, trait, or feature of the highest degree of excellence. Nathan says: a level of quality that is completely misunderstood.
Today is our anniversary and I just want to say That I love you in pretty much every single way. You are my princess and I am your prince.
From most to least important 1. Getting famous 2. Twitter 3. Facebook 4. Your friends and family 5 -106. 101 other various things. Somewhere at the bottom. Me .
Hello everyone. Hope your all are having a merry Saturday evening. Just felt I should be more in touch with my followers.
I went to sleep yesterday with no worries in the world, woke up today with every thing to worry about. I went to bed yesterday in control of my life, I woke up today with events I couldn't change.
Emotions Com-motions If the title wasn’t a bit of a giveaway, this session will be about emotions, and well, what you think about them really.
I really want to write a poem. But just not sure what about. If anyone has any ideas what to write one about, or if they would like their own, do let me know ;)..
Apart from good manners, is anything in life actually "free". It seems at any and every instance we are paying for something in some form of way. Guess thats the cost of living in general.
Hello there, I don’t believe we’ve met. You don’t know me, and chances are you never will, but allow me to explain what you’re doing here.
The sun doesn't inspire me to write, but rain does. The sun is "stereotypically" beautiful, where as rain simply is seen as sad or depressing.
It doesn't pay to be kind. Hence why the kindest people are usually the poorest. Just something I was thinking about.
As I lay my head to rest and close my eyes. Something still goes through my brain. The thoughts and feelings I have about you, that I can't help or refrain.
The remains of my heart are nothing but matters of dust on the ground. You took every thing when you left me. My emotions, love, the will to live.
Never do I know what to say. Never do I know what to do. But something I know for sure, you don't feel this way too. I try not to hurt you with my words, but I seem to all the time.
Dear to my 61 "followers". I've not really been very active on this but i would like to know something.
I really want to write story on here. I've wanted too for months now I just don't know what to write. Could someone give me that spark genius or just an idea of possible topics.
This is where the angel sings, bringing with her the four lost things. Her beauty and wisdom to toll her bell, of death and judgement, of heaven and hell.
I woke up at half 9 today and did my normal things. Looked at the clock again and it was nearly half 3 How. I asked myself did time go so fast.
That our hearts beat as one.
That words will never be able to truly express how I feel for you.
Even though I have every reason to not give a damn or come back to you, I still do...every single time. Call it what you wish ;).
...all I have ever wanted is to get by. Just live a normal life with minimal complications.
Don't say that your "sorry". Prove that you are by not doing it again.
I don't ask you for much. So I wont make a habit of it. I just want one day. If not an hour, if not a minute of your time, where it's not occupied doing something else. Not forever.
I've never claimed to be perfect, and I don't plan to start. But instead of pointing out my flaws, use that time to sort out your own. Time management FTW :).
...can mean a lot of different things to a lot of people. Buying that thing I've saved up for months for makes me happy, whereas living to see another day makes you happy.
A sunny day, the wind blowing, a kind gesture, a thank you. I never took the time to stop and appreciate the little things. It reminded me why life is such a precious thing..
...to be strong. Is that when you have every reason to cry but you put on a smile. There's nothing wrong with being honest with your emotions. Just swallow your pride once in a whole..
That whenever I miss you it hurts.
The next time a homeless person asks you for "spare change". Stop and ask yourself, if the shoe was on the other foot, would they do the same for you?.
When people don't like the person I am, whose fault is that. Conflict is the proof that people are truly different.
You can't ask a blind person to see or someone deaf to hear. Nor can you ask a dying man to live or an emotionless person to react. The point of this...I'll leave up to you.
Being yourself shouldn't be seen as an "easy" thing to do. The world around us is full of people trying to convert you into how society expects you to be..
....does confidence become arrogance. Desire become obsession. Bad become evil. Who decides that?.
That without you...a fade into nothingness :(.
Is common sense called "common" sense, when the majority of people lack it at the best of times.
Does "luck" exist. Yes it bloody well does. Ask anyone whose ever won the lottery or witnessed a shouting star by accident and they'll tell you the same..
Just remember, no matter how beautiful something is or how happy someone makes you, don't be fooled by the the worlds concept of perfection. Like beauty, it should be what YOU believe it be..
Just because we are able to do something doesn't make it right..
...should be embraced not frowned upon. What is it about change that scares so many people. What's so wrong with being "different".
Why do bad people exist. Because money and power still do..
It's funny how you find truly amazing inspiration when your not looking for it. Awww...life.
...that if you were to look at the world through my eyes, you'd see nothing...but you ❤.
One sunday morning, Kyle woke up like he normally to continue on to a fairly average day. As he would every Sunday. He got his newspaper, made his tea, worn his slippers.
Nothing I seemed to do matter. I tried waving my hands about, screaming as loud as I could but it didn't help in the slightest. I then realised that I had been eaten alive by alter ego..
I once dreamt I could become invisible to the world and do what I wish. Then one day, I become lonely and realised being invisible wasn't such a good thing after all.