Dreams of youth nurture immortality

"I'm right here and you're looking right through me, and if I fall down u will walk right past me. Your heart is simply not there or maybe it's just me acting scared. But I see your eyes, used to shine like the sunrise, now are sad and dry, not having cried for some time. Hate is as good a feeling as any other, for it makes u alive... Hate is not what I fear. Indiference is the most painful. To know I don't exist anymore, I don't evoke the slightest reaction in your heart, I feel buried alive. No hope for me, these are my dieing breaths, I feel life draining from my body, if only... If only you would give me a sign, a little ray of light to pierce the darkness of my early grave, to hear your heart beat... If you do love me, it's all I ask for, immortality, for even if I die, no matter what horrible young death, I made with you something so great that death itself cannot destroy... True love"

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M-am plictisit, as putea sa ma inscriu la campionatul national de frecat menta, as lua platina direct, in organizatie sunt de mult inscrisa sau m-am nascut inscrisa. Am frecat menta puternic cu acest blog, dar de ce sa o mai fac, nu credeam ca o sa vina ziua, cand si de frecat menta ma plictisesc... Oricum plictiseala ma face sa inteleg ca viata nu e degeaba, doar orice altceva in afara de privitu plictisit cum trece(viata) pe langa tine e degeaba. Deci, subscriu celor mai inteligenti ca mine, care au realizat ca pierderea timpului nu e o pierdere, reprezinta doar evolutie. Sunt fericita ca am contribuit cu aceste materiale, "valoroase prin inutilitatea lor". Am ajuns insa la un moment unde lenea si nepasarea au preluat controlul, m-am plictisit de aceleasi locuri, aceeasi persoana, aceleasi filme obosite, pur si simplu nu-mi mai arde. Sentimentul in momentul de fata, este cel mai smecher, pentru ca nu exista, nu ma mai misca nimic, ma lasa rece, si nici macar... Oricum, tin sa mentionez o observatie, limba romana este facuta pentru frecat menta, aberat si batut campii, asa ca de ce sa nu o valorificam la maxim facand exact asta. Cea mai buna metoda e aratand cu degetul spre vecin si razand tinandu-ne cu mainile de burta, pentru ca el cu siguranta o sa foloseasca argumente, comentarii acide si altele pentru a-si demonstra intelectul superior, abilitatea de a freca menta mai bine si nepasarea mai accentuata, moment in care poti spune scurt si la obiect "s..gi p..la"(indiferent de sex, rasa sau orientare sexuala, proprie sau a interlocutorului). In concluzie, nu exista nici o concluzie, doar vroiam sa ard gazul si internetul imi permite sa impart aceasta minunata experienta cu lumea.

Think twice, be nice

I'd like to think that we are all born nice, I know, I should say good or something else entirely, but nice is just so much nicer:)... As I have said before I'm the kind of person that speaks their mind, often before thinking it through, luckily, I'm usually nice and kind... Unfortunately, there are rare occasions when I'm just plain awful, or worse, keep everything bottled up until I explode in a chaotic mess, which very few people understand or tolerate...

The point is, while striving to be nice, we should find a way to express bad thoughts in a nicer, more "user-friendly" way, we shouldn't avoid saying it entirely and fuel our frustrations.

Honesty may be the best policy, but even truth can be sugarcoated sometimes, and sometimes people consider it much nicer to refrain from exposing certain hurtful truths. I for one would have been a much happier camper, were it not for certain pieces of information, so sometimes ignorance IS bliss; and if u can't sleep at night because of things unsaid, well you should have thought twice before doing them in the first place, confessing will only produce an additional insomniac that will most likely hold a grudge against you.

Unfortunately, there is no perfect formula, no secret combination for perfect communication, and sometimes the truth does set you free, sometimes it just traps you inside your own head, forcing you to review it over and over again.

Generally, being nice is just acknowledging that you are not alone in the world(unless you want to be) and realizing that others have feelings too.

The one, and only

When u find the one u love, it's like family, u don't get to pick and choose, u might not have the same opinions, or get along perfectly but you know u can't help but love them. It's unconditional, and by all means it lasts forever. Even if u don't speak to each other, even if anger steps in... The problem, in the end is not love, but all the other stuff that gets in the way, and only the truly intelligent and blessed realize that anything other than love is merely trivial and unimportant, they are the only ones that can be truly happy...

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me...

I don't really believe anything until I see it with my own two eyes, or until I understand the principle behind it. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, which means, to fully test something, you need to experience it yourself, firsthand. People can say or do anything in regards to you, what matters most is what you believe and the means by which you analyze other people's actions.

Chickens chase butterflies, a monkey will never be enough

Ever have the feeling, no matter how much you try, no matter what you do, you're just not good enough? News flash, nobody is ever good enough, because nobody is perfect, all that really matters is our preconceptions and what we are willing to overlook.

That's the problem with love, it's blind and deaf and dumb and most of the time misdirected.

So many faults are overlooked because of love, but also qualities in others close to us, maybe it's because opposites attract and two people that are both kind, loving and considerate could not be together.

There are so many variables in life, but there is one clear choice, leave it to chance or take it in your own hands and do whatever you can to get what you want. The only problem with this theory is that very few people know what they want.

Even these lines which I am writing now might be misconstrued, that's just human nature, bad stuff is easier to believe than good stuff. If you hear a rumor that someone loves you, you don't believe it, or you ignore it for being too good to be true, but if you hear someone is cheating or does not love you anymore you immediately give it credit.

I refuse to do this, I refuse to believe the bad over the good, man is the sum of his actions, not just one taken out of context. Everyone has good inside them, beauty, you just have to have the power to see it, and nourish it, so it shines through.

Confessions of a broken soul...

You never quite know when the end is coming, or if it truly is the last one, and it isn't followed by a rebirth of the same relationship. I've always believed that if u love something, let it go, but I never understood the coming back part. I thought that as long as I love him, his happiness should be number one, and then I would be happy. But it doen't quite work that way, people need their freedom, but also boundaries, if not, they do what they think makes them happy, they step all over you, your heart, because they know u can take it. Then comes regret, but a simple sorry just ain't gonna cut it to heal a broken heart. You have to do something, to prove yourself, that kind of trust just doesn't grow on trees.
Everybody says they know what happens after a breakup, that u go through different stages, the truth is, no one knows, each broken heart's pain is unique and worse, each in it's own way...