Saturday, July 28, 2012
Sometimes some things hurt...alot
Sometimes some things hurt… alot

“I’m boiling with rage, and yet I mustn’t show it. I’d like to stamp my feet, scream, give them a good shaking, cry, and I don’t know what else, because of the horrible words, mocking looks, and accusations which are leveled at me repeatedly every day, and find their mark, like shafts from a tightly strung bow, and which are just as hard to draw from my body.
But I can’t do that, they mustn’t know my despair, I can’t let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn’t bear their sympathy and their kindhearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I’m showing off; when I’m silent they think I’m ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I’m tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc., etc.
The whole day long I hear nothing else but that I am an insufferable baby, and although I laugh about it and pretend not to take any notice, I do mind. I would like to ask God to give me a different nature, so that I didn’t put everyone’s back up. But that can’t be done. I’ve got the nature that has been given to me and I’m sure it can’t be bad. I do my very best to please everybody, far more than they’d ever guess.
I try to laugh it all off, because I don’t want to let them see my trouble. It is impossible for me to be all sugar one day and spit venom the next. I’d rather choose the golden mean (which is not so golden), keep my thoughts to myself, and try for once to be just as disdainful to them as they are to me. Oh, if only I could!”
— The Diary of a Young Girl
Sunday, July 15, 2012
There are some people you can call a friend.
There are people who call you as a friend.
But have you once asked them
" Are you really my friend? "
What is a friend anyway? Is it someone who is good to you if you're good to him/her? or someone who is nice when you face her but a devil behind?
Is it someone who calls you a friend in times that he/she needs you? Someone who hang out with you then just ditch you when he/she found those who are cooler than you?
Now is that what you call a real friend?
If you're with your friends, what do you feel?
Happiness?
Sadness?
Boredom?
Hatred?
Envy? Jealousy?
There are many feelings we feel when we're with our so called friends. Sometimes they fight and sometimes they make up and their friendship grows even more stronger and wider.
There are some friends who cared for you and would even risk their lives for you, they make you happy when you're with them and they're happy too.
Friends are family. They love you, you love them.
Whatever words you could define the word friend.
Just ask yourself.
What kind of friend am I?
I am who I am.. get a life!
Some people just don’t know me. Nobody really knows. Even myself don’t know how to simply describe myself in one word.
I could be happy, sad, emotional or sometimes cold and emotionless. I have a superhyperactive imagination and I have infinite thoughts and ideas.
I love reading books. Because I feel that I am living there, living on a life I know that wasn’t possible. But what I love the most is writing, there I could express myself and dump there what’s on my mind.
I love to write and I just can't stop writing.
My dreams could really be weird. I imagine myself becoming a Pirate because I love sailing at the seas even though I have never even tried once in my life. I want an adventurous life where I could travel, discover alot of new things. I want my life to be extraordinary.
And apparently my dreams are very strange.
And so am I.
So if I would describe myself in one word. I think I’d choose UNIQUE.
I could be happy, sad, emotional or sometimes cold and emotionless. I have a superhyperactive imagination and I have infinite thoughts and ideas.
I love reading books. Because I feel that I am living there, living on a life I know that wasn’t possible. But what I love the most is writing, there I could express myself and dump there what’s on my mind.
I love to write and I just can't stop writing.
My dreams could really be weird. I imagine myself becoming a Pirate because I love sailing at the seas even though I have never even tried once in my life. I want an adventurous life where I could travel, discover alot of new things. I want my life to be extraordinary.
And apparently my dreams are very strange.
And so am I.
So if I would describe myself in one word. I think I’d choose UNIQUE.
Monday, June 18, 2012
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