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I was so upset about something I created in my mind that I failed to stop and realise other people's sorrows for a while.
I would be lying if I said I was depressed now. Sometimes we try to figure out what exactly everything means, but it's just so hard. How I feel about the current events in my life.
I am a prisoner of my mind. Chained down by every judgment. Trapped by what society thinks. Cornored by beliefs that you are not good enough. Beaten by what the world has to say.
You know what really sucks about falling for a guy you know your not right for.
I’ve always been one to hold on to things; old memories, the past and every word you’ve said.
How fragile is the human heart, capable of the deepest feelings of love, hate and almost everything in between.
Expectations "Expectations are the root of all heartache. " I've been told to never expect things out of people because you'll only be let down.
Change my path it's clear, Change my path I must, Change my life from here, To a place that's filled with trust.
Today I learnt the lesson of life. I was in my drama class and, like always, we began with reflecting upon one word. Today's word, life. "What does life mean?" he said.
You only actually hurt yourself. It feels really unfair, you got screwed & you can't let go. You cling onto the hope that one day you'll get justice. But inside you know it won't happen.
First I was DYING to finish high school and start college. And then I was DYING to finish college and start working. And then I was DYING to marry and have children.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode. In a shower of stars and wishes. There's so much I want, nay need, to see and do. To experience and taste.
By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge I sat before my glass one day, And conjured up a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and gay, That erst were found reflected there - The vision of a woman, wild With...
Everyone else is doing one, and being the sheep that I am.....
Time is precious. Some think it goes to fast (Older people) yet others think it goes to slow (Children) Time is only perceived and conveyed through the way you personally look at it.
Is darkness more powerful than light. A black whole takes in everything around it consuming all and shrouding the brightest star in blackness. Pessimism brings down the optimism in others.
I'm adding a short(ish) bio giving my last 40 odd years. Born in NE Scotland in the year of the monkey and the Tet offensive, to parents of military stock, which happened to be a precursor.
I love an empty book, The blank pages aren't really empty at all. They are full of promise. Each page a mystery, Dreams lay hidden behind the matt, white paper. Perfect and mine.
I close my eyes this is what I see, the words in my head I am madness and madness is me silence is loud and darkness is red, images float through my head, a light is dim then gone lost in the stars,...
I want to write like there's no tomorrow. My fingers cramp at the thought of all the memories. Not sure if I'm ready to share those. They longer in the depths of who I once was. I miss her. The old...
You know I have been searching for an outlet of thought like this for some time. Somehow this seems more spontaneous than a normal blog.
A son and his father were walking on the mountains.
I like to run. It puts a distance between the old me and me. I run in any direction I can. As long as it is away from me. The old me is a good runner too. Always catching up with me.
Words wander through my head. They tell me things I need to know, reassure me, direct me and mislead me. We all have thoughts. We all dream but some dreams are coated in glitter.