Saturday, 19 May 2012
I don't know.
Sometimes, you think you know what you want or where you're going but once you get there, it's not what you thought it was.
No matter what I do, I can never seem to make the right choice. Second guessing and over thinking is a bitch.
I just wish I knew what to do.
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Have a great weekend... IT'S SUMMER FOR ME! Shooooottt.... I'm forever done with high school. Yikes. That realization has yet to hit me, and I don't know if I'll be ready when it does... Till then... Summer 2012!
But I had loved him. I loved him longer and truer than I had anyone in my whole life and I would probably never love anyone that way again. Which to be honest was almost a relief.
-Its Not Summer Without You by Jenny Han
Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
This is the problem with getting attached to someone. When they leave, you just feel lost. So completely lost.
Once you've loved someone, even being friends is better than ordinary. It's still kind of magical, like a magical friendship. It's deeper than regular friendship, but it's great. It's a friendship you can depend on, like a life long love.
If I'm ever on a date and its bad.. I'm just going to stand up and say, "I'm an actor, they're all actors, and you're on MTV's disaster date!" And then run out.
We're not getting any younger, so let's make it worth while.That's one of the remarkable things about life.It's never so bad that it can't get worse.when your dream calls, don't put it on holdsometimes wrong choices bring us to the right places.
My deepest fear is that I’ll look back on my life and wonder what I did with it.
It takes strenth to live and to be firm and it takes courage to be gentle. It takes strength to conquer and it takes courage to surrender. It takes strength to be certain and it takes courage to have doubt. It takes strength to fit in and it takes courage to stand out. It takes strength to feel a friends pain and it takes courage to feel your own pain. It takes strength to endure abuse and it takes courage to stop it. It takes strength to stand alone and it takes courage to lean on another. It takes strength to love and it takes courage to be loved. It takes strength to survive and it takes courage to live.
Actions and words are just the same. One isn't louder than the other. We can lie with words and so does with action. Just because someone tells you that they love you doesn't mean it's true and just because someone ignores you doesn't mean they don't care. Listen beyond what you hear and look beyond what you see.
At the end of the night, we’ve all seen better days.
If it doesn’t work out the first time, it probably won’t work out the second or third time either. Be more considerate of yourself and don’t let the same person hurt you twice.
No, I'm not a bitch. I've just been through a few things, seen a few things, been there and done that. Yes, I guess I'm cold now. But only because I once gave a damn about someone who didn't give a damn about me. I've built a wall around myself, to protect my heart from more hurt and damage. I won't believe you if you tell me you're different. Unless you stick around and prove it. Words no longer mean a thing, you actions are everything.
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.”
“Our moment had passed somehow. I was different. He was, too. Without our “madness” to unite us, there wasn’t anything much there. Or maybe too much had happened in too short a time. It’s like when you take a trip with someone you don’t know very well. Sometimes you can get very close very quickly, but then after the trip is over, you realise all that was a false sort of closeness. An intimacy based on the trip more than the travellers, if that makes any sense.”
It isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
It's on the tip of my tongue, but I'm still afraid. Sometimes the only thing words do is get in the way. Sometimes the easiest things are the hardest to say, but I don't want to lose you, drive you away. Don't want to confuse you, I need you to stay.
Then one night, I don't know, this all stopped seeming so amusing and temporary. And I couldn't stop crying. And it started feeling like my life was flying by and that I was being careless with the one thing I always claimed to value - my time. I was afraid to go after what I wanted.
-Girls' Poker Night by Jill A. Davis