a continuation of random rants on the world, recovered from a few months or so ago
[ These rants have not been modified, unless very slightly, from their original conditions on paper . That way, you can appreciate ( or depreciate ) the full effect . Although I have tried to stay away from posting my strongest, most private, most personal emotions, I figure I can post these now without getting in too much trouble . ]
They have taken away my freedom . They have taken away my opportunity, my gateway for change .
Here's the way I see it . Fate is dealing me one cr4ppy hand after another, so that my life can be bomb digity in the future . Writing is my main priority . The best writing comes out in the moment . So, I have to allow myself to succumb to these powerful emotions, in order to get out quality work, a true representation of my rainstorm of a life, for the greater good . And this gets me really caught up on my feelings, so that I focus way too much on them . But once I get through this, past this, I will come out of it with pro skills in writing and the best life lessons ever learned . If I stop the writing, which by the way I have a natural talent for, then my life will essentially amount to nothing .
The way I see it, the only real difference between love and infatuation is whether she likes you back .
I've just begun to get tired of dealing, with .. people . No one ever cares, and I have come to accept that . I've become almost apathetic . What's the point in trying anymore ? It is about time I learned to think only of myself, to live for no one else but me . My work, my writing, is the most important aspect of my life right now . My heart has only served to mislead me, to waste my time . Here comes my antisocial phase . Brace yourself . As if anyone cares .. INCLUDING MYSELF .
WHY ?! WHY !? Why does all the bad have to come all at once ? Why does the pressure build up, bringing me to my breaking point ? Why does everything have to turn soo cr4ppy, now ?!? Finals week . STRESS galore . ILLNESS aplenty . Everyone on my case ! And yet no one really cares ... And SHE had to come back into my thoughts again ! Into my mind, into my dreams ... And yes, I know I could hold all this in if I wanted to . But I am not ! And you want to know why ? Do you care ? NO . Because it feels good . It feels good to succumb, to lose control, to erupt, to feel much more POWERFUL than every one else, than all the rest of the world . And it feels EVEN better, to cry .
They have taken away my freedom . They have taken away my opportunity, my gateway for change .
Here's the way I see it . Fate is dealing me one cr4ppy hand after another, so that my life can be bomb digity in the future . Writing is my main priority . The best writing comes out in the moment . So, I have to allow myself to succumb to these powerful emotions, in order to get out quality work, a true representation of my rainstorm of a life, for the greater good . And this gets me really caught up on my feelings, so that I focus way too much on them . But once I get through this, past this, I will come out of it with pro skills in writing and the best life lessons ever learned . If I stop the writing, which by the way I have a natural talent for, then my life will essentially amount to nothing .
The way I see it, the only real difference between love and infatuation is whether she likes you back .
I've just begun to get tired of dealing, with .. people . No one ever cares, and I have come to accept that . I've become almost apathetic . What's the point in trying anymore ? It is about time I learned to think only of myself, to live for no one else but me . My work, my writing, is the most important aspect of my life right now . My heart has only served to mislead me, to waste my time . Here comes my antisocial phase . Brace yourself . As if anyone cares .. INCLUDING MYSELF .
WHY ?! WHY !? Why does all the bad have to come all at once ? Why does the pressure build up, bringing me to my breaking point ? Why does everything have to turn soo cr4ppy, now ?!? Finals week . STRESS galore . ILLNESS aplenty . Everyone on my case ! And yet no one really cares ... And SHE had to come back into my thoughts again ! Into my mind, into my dreams ... And yes, I know I could hold all this in if I wanted to . But I am not ! And you want to know why ? Do you care ? NO . Because it feels good . It feels good to succumb, to lose control, to erupt, to feel much more POWERFUL than every one else, than all the rest of the world . And it feels EVEN better, to cry .
TO CRY . To let the tears
take over, to let the emotions
roll, softly, smoothly, slowly,
down your cheeks .
And to feel REFRESHED .
>8b..
" These tears find stubborn homes within the broken fragments of my heart . "
~ Correspondence ~
take over, to let the emotions
roll, softly, smoothly, slowly,
down your cheeks .
And to feel REFRESHED .
>8b..
" These tears find stubborn homes within the broken fragments of my heart . "
~ Correspondence ~
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