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.”

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.　

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.

Love can’t be planned, you know. Whether you’re five or sixty, fat or skinny, whether you like guys or girls, love isn’t something you set a date to. It isn’t time bound, nor could it ever be turned off. 

When you’re in love, you just know. 

I can’t think of the END.

I don’t want to think of the ending. I would be sad and sappy and just lonely when something ends. That’s why I don’t like getting attached to something temporary.

I just can’t bear looking at the tail of a car as it spews smoke at my face while my best friend gazes at me from the window of that car. I can’t bear a broken heart nor the tears because a kid could only suffer as much.

The irony of this world.

Shout for silence.

Lie to extract the truth.

A bad for the good.

War for peace.

Nothing is permanent

All things must come to an end. Some may be just as painful as the others, some may also be happy and satisfying. But, I swear, every change, every leaving, every departure could use a lot of getting used to.

For the things that may hurt, you just have to brace yourself. It isn’t life if it does not hurt, remember that.

For the things that make you happy, savor them and make them last. They might say life isn’t fair, but it truly is fun if you try to see things differently.

“It’s funny how destiny gives us the wrong people every time. It’s like, ‘hey, this person’s gonna break your heart, but let him be a perfect person first before everything else’. I’m sick and tired of it.”

“Yeah, destiny does that.”

“Is that your only answer? That’s far from your philosophical replies—

“I guess destiny does that because it’s the only way you can discover that you’re stronger than you think you are. And then, when you’re the strongest, it gives you the right person so that you can hold on to him for a long time, a lifetime even.”