I don't think people take enough responsibility. I don't think they realize that a lot of their problems are their fault, not God's, not the universe's, not the government, not even their friends. They don't realize that every time you send negativity into the world, it repays you.

Remember, dear friends, not to let your cock make decisions for you. It's not as hard as it's made out to be.

I just thought I should write, because I don't enough, that life is wonderful. And even when I wake up in a funk and almost throw up three times because the little things pile up and wash over me like a tidal wave; a single moment comes and heals the hurt, and the acts and the smile of that one special person save my life time and time again ( Read more... )

People have the right to feel whatever they happen to feel, and don't deserve ridicule or mockery. But I'm sorry, sometimes, I'm gonna be a bitch, and I'm gonna mock you, and it is because of this:

I HATE it when someone projects their insecurities and all their silliness and makes other people feel bad because they can't deal with their own shit ( Read more... )

I know, I'm an asshole, right? I'm a backstabbing, two-faced doublecrosser. I'm a terrible person, and all that, but sometimes, you know what? Sometimes, you make it so easy to not give a shit about any of that. Sometimes, I don't feel sorry for you at all.

I'm sorry, but I just know too many awesome people. There's never enough time to hang out with all the people I want to hang out with.

It's frustrating how God makes you wait and wait and wait for something right in front of you.

But life is good. It's pretty damn amazing, actually. I am constantly surprised.

I hate seeing people make things SO much worse with all their good intentions. People (and this includes me) need to learn the value of being blunt when it's necessary ( Read more... )

I hate seeing people acting just like I used to. And it sucks not being able to make them see that their whole way of being is a mistake. I used to make the people around me miserable because I was "in love" and the person I was " in love" with was not returning the feeling. And I used to torture myself by being around them constantly. And then I'd ( Read more... )

I rock peas on my head but don't call me a pea head ( Read more... )