When life says it’s time to stumble down, I sit down. It’s better than having my face planted on the ground. Take a break every once and a while. Trust me, I’ve tripped a couple of times now because I had been busy running.
The Human Race isn’t a race at all. It’s a walk. It doesn’t matter who ends up first, it’s what’s in between that will define a lifetime.
Realize and appreciate the little things in life; they’re the littlest of happiness anyone could savor.
But when you feel like falling down, sit down and look around. You might appreciate those who would want to help you if you recognize them.
I’m limited. I need and I want. I fall in and out of love. I am not perfect, but I imagine that one day, I might achieve something with my life. I lie but I hate lies. I sing about the sorrows that had been, and I dance for the joy that will be. I make mistakes. I am human.
Love should be given like a cookie.
“You want some? No? Then, great! More for ME.”
More often than not, I like to compare. And when I do, it’s most likely between me and those other prettier girls.
I am nowhere near fucking perfect. Why did I ever think I would have a chance with him?
That False Strength
Sometimes, it hurts the most when people try to pretend so hard that it didn’t. It’s when they think that showing pain would make them appear weak—so they hide it because it’s the only way they could feel that false strength.
But do you know what’s better?
It’s to get through it.
It’s what makes that false strength real.
Because a person wouldn’t know how strong he is until being strong’s the only choice left.
I’d like to think that the days are getting better. I’d like to maintain the illusion that the sun is still shining in my world, so that when it wouldn’t anymore, I’d still see the light that I created in my mind.
I’m waiting for someone to slap me and tell me to wake up. Until then, I’d assume I’m doing nothing wrong.
We can always do a little better.
I messed up. Can I start over?
I have these feelings that I need to talk to you everyday of my life, knowing how much I need to hear your voice and listen to your stories. It’s the little efforts you make just to make sure you call me and listen to me that made me feel those feelings.
And for once, I might have a shot at this, that I might have a chance. But I know, deep inside me, that I don’t. Still, I’m trying to be positive about it.
See, if you have friends who love you, you don’t have to worry about those who hate you.
You have to understand that when people say “forever”, they probably mean either until they die, or until they lose interest.
