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Will we ever learn to care about each other truly?
Oh we only care about ourselves.
The ones that suffer the most are the easiest to help and set free. . .
But Ambivalent people are we. A MIЯЯOЯED WOЯLD
Oh we only care about ourselves.
The ones that suffer the most are the easiest to help and set free. . .
But Ambivalent people are we. A MIЯЯOЯED WOЯLD
Open your eyes.
Sometimes in this life that we lead, things are often easier said than done. But is that because we fear too often what the outcome of our wrongdoings may be? A question each individual should ask themselves, and be honest with their answer. I too; as a human in this world that seems to have no ends but infinite curvature; have fears. No one ever did say this would be easy, but the reality of it is that they didn’t say anything at all. Left a small bird to fly on his own without being taught. Having to grow on one’s own, is that not the true love from parent to child? - Not all of us have had that luxury, and there’s a majority. Twisted up with words and pent up with rage is the little heart of mine that palpitates so sorrowfully. And never have I gotten over the one that I feared the most. In a time of desperation, I called on her; many times. But the last time, I didn’t do enough because I know that she still cares, she still misses the boy who made her smile, the boy who gave everything to have nothing but her heart. That boy was, and is me. And with the battle scars that seem endless, I saw with my own eyes, the mistakes that I’ve made, telling people repeatedly where I know I ruined the path I had ahead. I made it foggy for myself, the air having became so thick it was near impossible to see my own hand before me. I still hold on with no more than a sliver of hope that could easily shoot me skyward and bring back that old smile that was never a facade. To feel the heartbeat that mattered. It’s never going to be the same, but there’s always room for part two. - ♥ - And this, is my dedication to the one woman I ever loved with all my heart. I will not disclose her name for her sake, but she should know who she is.
this isn't happiness.: 10 Tips on Writing Well from David Ogilvy
- Read the Roman-Raphaelson book on writing. Read it three times.
- Write the way you talk. Naturally.
- Use short words, short sentences and short paragraphs.
- Never use jargon words like reconceptualize, demassification, attitudinally, judgmentally. They are hallmarks of a pretentious ass.
- …
Fin.
I’ve had it with everyone around me, I’m going to force myself to be sent the fuck out of this place, I want to be where I belong. Not where I feel as I’m just a waste of everyone’s time. I’m going, going, back… I’ve had it with this place, I’ve had it with the people here, thinking that this would be a good opportunity to start over, to find myself a nice place, a job and own a car; but everyone keeps dragging me the fuck down, telling me how hopeless I am and telling me that I’m lazy. I don’t want a fucking lecture, I want help so if I can’t have it, here’s a big FUCK YOU, and have a nice day. This goes to parents especially. As much as I love them; (which I’m losing exponentially), I don’t want to deal with them anymore.
Playing Crackdown 2 today and I found this sign.
I wut. Cheeky ass Ruffian Games.
