you hate people. maybe not many….maybe everybody, but the truth is that as much as you may not want to, you hate people. for whatever reason, just or not, you hate them.
there are people in this world, with so much hate in their hearts, they forget about what they love ad ruin it by focusing on the negative. stop being blind. look at what you are doing. is this the person you want to be perceived as? you say you don’t care what i think, but you should. everyone says they don’t care what other people think, and to a certain extent that is a good thing. you shouldn’t let other people shape the way you live, but when it comes to this…to restraining orders, and whatever else, it is time to stop. let it go.
today i realized there are always going to be nazis. maybe not in the literal form, but there will be people who simply don’t care about you and will so anything to hurt you. people are murdered, hurt, robbed, and whatever else every single day……i consider myself very lucky. the only thing i have is an weird bitch poking at me every now and then.
life isn’t so bad once you stand back for a sec and look at what is there.
i am so over “high school”/ 5th grade style drama. stop creating problems. it really isn’t worth it. the world doesn’t revolve around you, and by acting this way, you are pushing your friends away….so just STOP. let things go for once. you don’t have to be better, or richer, or prettier, or smarter than everyone on the planet. i want to have fun with you and go crazy, but you ruin it when you make it a competition.
how can someone compare being gay…to alcoholism….wtf. it isn’t a disease. stop trying to put a label on it and accept it. it isn’t going away no matter how much you hate or disagree with it. it isn’t something you can conquer. it isn’t a plague. it is people being themselves.
isn’t it weird how our memories remember process over content? at least mine does. it’s kind of how deja vous works…like you remember what is around you and the situation more than when or how you got there, idk just a thought.
okay, so people who are terminally ill and ish always do crazy things because they know they are going to die…but aren’t we all going to die? so shouldn’t we all do that? or at least live every single day to it’s fullest?
today, i had two significant experiences, and here they are:
walking home from my morning class, i saw a man. he looked homeless, or at least not doing well financially. his clothes were tattered and he had a weery look upon his face. about a block away from my dorm, there is this random mosaic of jesus outside of a building. this man was holding onto the fence in front of the mosaic, talking to it. my question is this…….why do people turn to faith in times of need? sometimes it is the only time they turn to faith, so does that make is faith at all? i know the arguments, and there is no way i could have known if this man was faithful throughout his life, but the it is an interesting discussion. why.
later it began to piss it down with rain. i was on the way back from the computer lab, and was not prepared at all wearing flipflops, jeans, and a cut tee, and i kept my calm pace. the rain didn’t bother me. it was beautiful. it is one of the few things that actually shows that our world still functions to some extent. the rain comes down, goes back up, and comes down again, and so on. i just laughed. it felt amazing. in any novel, it would have been a cleansing, and in real life it was too. i even made a friend on my way.
everyday you learn something new, apply it to your life. never approach life with fear, approach it with passion. don’t be closed off. don’t be scared to worry. don’t be scared to care. believe in people because they do care. believe in yourself. have faith. make yourself proud. be thankful for…
i have a feeling that i inspired parts of this and nothing makes me happier. these words, they are golden. lovems.
there is a common misconception in fashion, that being that “less is more.” no. it isn’t…i mean….duh. people just don’t understand that more is more….it just has to be the right more. that is the beauty of glamor. having the taste so translate the more that you are going for rather than making a look overpowering or having statement pieces battle each other. it is all about, placement and composition, like any other art. more is more, but the wrong more is less.
you are amazing just the way you are. you are perfect. if i don’t love you, someone will. who am i to judge you? don’t change. you are perfect in every way, not too fat, not too thin, you are beautiful.
(ps this is to everyone, i am corny and weird but you know this made you smile)
i haven’t been on here in so long. bad leila. okay so i have had an amazing experience this week and i know that there are more to come. my eyes have been opened to the opportunities that i am getting simply from being in this city. wow. i am so lucky. i feel like a new person. i am over whatever drama i had in the past with him or her or whoever. it doesn’t matter because i am on my way up…and guess what….they aren’t. which is fine, but not for me. this is about having a good time and achieving my dreams and every day i get one step closer. that is what i care about right now, and as long as the people who really love me are still there i have everything i could ever want.