You learn to roll with the punches. I don't just roll; I back-flip. Well it'd be super sweet if I could actually back-flip, but alas as I am lacking in gymnastics skills I must be content to do so metaphorically. But hey, I'm not complaining.

Wow. I am suddenly overcome with a desire to be brutally honest. I don't have anything bad to say. Just things that must be said because I do believe they are eating away at my soul. And I want to say them here because that's the easy way out. Avoid confrontation. Generally, I am not afraid. I'm okay with expressing myself to people. But in ( Read more... )

My mood says it all. I'm shaking, crying, laughing all at once and feel as though I could fly yet equally like I could faint. I really do have the best friends in the world. Who love me for who I am ( Read more... )

I've made my greatest mistake and keep on making it. And things I could once say with confidence teeter on white lies ( Read more... )

It's been said a thousand times but volatile is the word for me. Waking up happy, working sad then focused, eating ice cream content, shopping distracted, hanging out frustrated, gaming excited with inner relapses of something like depression. It's a never ending cycle, my mood. It doesn't swing, but lapses through spells of brilliant sunshine, ( Read more... )

Nothing is going to bother me. Nothing will make me sad, or stupidly suspicious, or envious, or whatever it is I sometimes am that I ought not to be. There's far too much to look forward to ( Read more... )

Have you ever been afraid that something you don't want to happen isn't happening? I think that I have. That I am. It's as if I want something to happen because I don't want it to happen. Like I want to feel as though I've made some great sacrifice, displayed true selflessness. Become a martyr, the tragic heroine. As if there's some sort of ( Read more... )

You know, and I realize that I have already stated it, but I am seriously a hopeless romantic. I try to be pretend to be realistic, but I'm not. Maybe it's too many fairy tales, but my views on love, some where along the line, became warped. Or perhaps it's that they were never corrupted ( Read more... )

I know I'm probably just being paranoid. The world does not revolve around me, much as I may like to pretend it does from time to time. There is in me now, however, a small spark, merely the beginnings of a dark suspicion which must be extinguished ( Read more... )

You know what? I don't like being sad. So I'm just not gonna do it. I'm done with moping and feeling sorry for myself (even if I'm not sure I actually was doing either, I definitely thought about doing both). It's just stupid, a complete waste of time and energy ( Read more... )