January 26, 2013

• You are responsible for your own happiness

  

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  What’s not fair is that you act as if your life has ended. Be sad. Be angry. Shit, be anything, but don’t ever behave so reprehensibly towards the people who clearly love you. Have your emotional crisis, but don’t cut them out. Fucking things up once in awhile is inevitable. But how you choose to deal with those fuckups is not fated. You have free will, and be grateful that you do. Now. Move on, and find a better way of dealing with your issues.

  

  It doesn’t hurt to dream, it hurts to wake up.

  

  Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them.

  

  Only the gentle are ever really strong.

  

  A laundry list of problems doesn’t make you interesting, and never getting help doesn’t make you brave.

  

  The future may freak us out, but it will come either way. The past may give us mixed emotions, but it will stay with us no matter what. It is possible to forgive, to regret, to remember and even to forget, but it is impossible to lose the entire truth.

  

  I’ve been to hell and back. I spill shit, trip, and embarrass myself. I can’t just flutter my eyes and get that boy. My life is messed up. I’ve been through more shit than you see on TV. Nobody’s perfect. I’ve been lid to, cheated on, and had my heart stolen. I’ve fucked up, fucked people up, and been fucked up. But everything was worth it because I felt it. I knew it was real. Life is real and I’m living it wrong everyday. I’m fucking up royally and doing everything opposite – but do I regret one thing? Never. Because at one point, what I did what was I wanted and I got my fucking satisfaction. My life is mine and no stupid bitch or immature boy can fuck it up for me anymore. I’m the real deal and I’d love to see you try and break me.

  

  Mistakes can not be taken back only lived through.

  

  The best memories are the ones you can’t explain, you just had to be there. It’s those days where we sit around and do nothing. It’s those moments we cry. It’s the way we look at each other and know what’s going through each other’s heads. It’s those stupid pictures and jokes. That’s the reasons we’re best friends.

  

  And the freeway held such beautiful chances. For singing over the radio and teenage romances. Holding hands with hearts beating faster. And singing like tonight would never end.

  

  There’s a point in every friendship when girls stop being friends and become sisters.

  

  You know those people who can predict when change is coming in their life? I’m not one of them. Change has a way of just walking up and punching me in the face.

  

  This is for you, my best friend. The one person I can tell my soul to, who can relate to me like no other, who I can laugh with to no extent, who I can cry to when times are tough, who can help me with the problems of my life. Never have you turned your back on me or told me I wasn’t good enough or let me down. I don’t think you know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain and you still have time for me and I love you for listening even when you’re dying inside. And I look up to you because you’re strong, and caring, and beautiful, even though you don’t think you are. And I hope you know that I’m always here to listen to you laugh and cry and help in all the ways that I can, and I will try to be at least half the friend you are to me. I hope you know I would not be the person I am today without you, my best friend. Thanks for being the friend who’s always believed in me, who’s always understood, who’s always accepted me, who’s always cared.

  

  Sometimes you do something for someone not out of some desire to be the next Mother Theresa, but because you’re curious. You secretly want to know how it feels to repay them, or if you’ll like the end result. So you hand yourself over & don’t think about the good intention. It’s about the most selfish act of selflessness there is in this world.

  

  Everyone has a different fight; a different wound that keeps them bleeding.

  

  I’m in one of those moods that nothing is really wrong in my life, but my brain keeps on insisting that there is. Or maybe it’s my heart thats doing the insisting. I can’t really tell. You know that feeling?

  

  Sometimes, you forgive people simply because you still want them in your life.

  

  When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

  

  Every day seems the same to me. I sit around and think about how alone I feel, then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness because it’s the comfort of being sad. Sometimes it feels so right, and sometimes I’d like to be around no one for ten straight years. But I know this feeling can’t bring me places, and I know I’m losing lots of ground, but to keep up means to get up. And why does it have to be the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same? I feel like being down doesn’t mean enough to anyone anymore, and I guess the world has made emotion obsolete. And I don’t think I feel the same ’cause after all, who says what happy really means?

  

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