Love is No Big Truth..
keep quiet. nothing comes as easy you.
im (im)patiently waiting. for better days and moments. but that doesn't mean this very second is wasted. i just got to go with the flow, as many people say.
somehow i think i'm rewinding and playing back words already thought out and planned writing. aww, this sucks.
okay, what's new with this person's life?
these past few days, i've taken my emotional and physical wellbeing on for a weird roller coaster ride. hmm, let's just say that the consequences were unsatisfying. a sucky roller coaster, that's more like it. i found the cure. i think i did, but then you know, 'you always want what you can't get' or in other words, you always yearn for something out of reach and not what's on the palm of your hand. arggh. i keep setting time off it. hmm, maybe it's a bit of laziness. but i can't bring myself to admit that for sure.
being a teenager. yes, a cool and new experience but there are times where i just want to stay one forever, but ironically, there are times where i wish i could forward it until i'm an adult. but how do know, for sure?? it's not like, when you blow out twenty candles, you're a fully-fledged adult now. i think it's not about age, it's about the experience and how much you learned. that's how you can tell yourself you're an adult.
i want to be a writer. but writing about your misunderstandings and what life hasn't given you isn't the stamp i wanted. i want it to be something more. there were times where i thought i was writing for all the right reasons, but then again, maybe it was just for selfishness. maybe it's because i can express myself to the extreme in my own words, and i want peole to know about this. nowadays, sometimes i think people are too busy for themselves and the problems and whatnot to pay attention to someone else. i don't know. it's all familiar but i still haven't gotten there yet.
right now, i want to spend my time being a teenager. worry about the future when it feels like it. i just want to relax, enjoy, to whatever that's handed to me right now. i guess that makes me a hypocrite on some level, huh? excuse me, my back is aching from this stupid chair..i guess i got to sit up straight for once...hmmphh, that sparks some sort of relevancy on today's discussion huh??
why does it all matter now? why do i make it seem like it really really matter, like a life-or-death situation? i don't want to feel that feelingg..you know...that cringing moment..and for one second you wished to take it all back..but then your body chemicals is playing games with you..you realize that it's been a nostalgic ride..
right now i hate that feeling.
angell.
im (im)patiently waiting. for better days and moments. but that doesn't mean this very second is wasted. i just got to go with the flow, as many people say.
somehow i think i'm rewinding and playing back words already thought out and planned writing. aww, this sucks.
okay, what's new with this person's life?
these past few days, i've taken my emotional and physical wellbeing on for a weird roller coaster ride. hmm, let's just say that the consequences were unsatisfying. a sucky roller coaster, that's more like it. i found the cure. i think i did, but then you know, 'you always want what you can't get' or in other words, you always yearn for something out of reach and not what's on the palm of your hand. arggh. i keep setting time off it. hmm, maybe it's a bit of laziness. but i can't bring myself to admit that for sure.
being a teenager. yes, a cool and new experience but there are times where i just want to stay one forever, but ironically, there are times where i wish i could forward it until i'm an adult. but how do know, for sure?? it's not like, when you blow out twenty candles, you're a fully-fledged adult now. i think it's not about age, it's about the experience and how much you learned. that's how you can tell yourself you're an adult.
i want to be a writer. but writing about your misunderstandings and what life hasn't given you isn't the stamp i wanted. i want it to be something more. there were times where i thought i was writing for all the right reasons, but then again, maybe it was just for selfishness. maybe it's because i can express myself to the extreme in my own words, and i want peole to know about this. nowadays, sometimes i think people are too busy for themselves and the problems and whatnot to pay attention to someone else. i don't know. it's all familiar but i still haven't gotten there yet.
right now, i want to spend my time being a teenager. worry about the future when it feels like it. i just want to relax, enjoy, to whatever that's handed to me right now. i guess that makes me a hypocrite on some level, huh? excuse me, my back is aching from this stupid chair..i guess i got to sit up straight for once...hmmphh, that sparks some sort of relevancy on today's discussion huh??
why does it all matter now? why do i make it seem like it really really matter, like a life-or-death situation? i don't want to feel that feelingg..you know...that cringing moment..and for one second you wished to take it all back..but then your body chemicals is playing games with you..you realize that it's been a nostalgic ride..
right now i hate that feeling.
angell.
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