Tuesday, 20 July 2010

  • Words can never ever describe your emotions adequately. What you seem is too intense to be put into words  , a touch , a smell , a memory , a single moment in time can never be re-created using words - yes it can be cherished , and looked back upon but never can it be recreated.

    When I told you what I went through you probably didn't think it was that big of a deal. You probably didn't understand what it was like to have his hands and lips all over me , but I went through I know even know , even so many days later I can feel him and the nauseating urge to hate myself is so strong I almost forget to reason , to rationalize and tell myself that I was the one who suffered and I wasn't and never willl be the one responsible for what happened to me.

    It's happened before , it'll happen again. Just how long ? How long till he realizes it's slowly killing me ? How long till I completely saturate and can't take it anymore ? I'm not sure. 

     

    On days I hate being myself.

Monday, 29 March 2010

  • L.O.V.E is just another word I didn't learn to pronounce.

    I tell myself , that I'm not a bad person to justify what I've done to people , to myself , to emotions , to love. I tell myself I'm hurting other people because I'm hurting inside. but the crispy voice in my head , the one that makes things complicated , tells me it's not excuse for my irrational behaviour.
    When did it happen ? When did you stop believing in one thing humans get happiness out of ? That word Love , which no longer means anything to you.
    It's all duty , you tell yourself. It's all experience and duty. You isolate yourself , cutting people out of your life every second. you think alone you can survive the pain , the hollowness.
    You put walls up to see who cared enough to work their way through them. When no one did so , you were broken , but hadn't you always known ? You're not destined for love , not made for it ; you're made for greater things you tell yourself. But then that voice, it spits in your face of how love gives value to everything and even if you have everything and not love how you have nothing. But you're becoming good at shunning the voice away , but It bothers you. Bothers you how you've not felt the warmth of a body next to yours in the last memorable years of your life. It bothers you knowing that change won't come soon to your situation - if it will ever come that is.

    Random Rambling you know , not like people read my shit , but if you happen to be breaking the norm, thanks and sorry.

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

  • A girl.

    Dark, gloomy, and cold. This was what is was like outside the window. And inside my head. I wanted to be alone. And not yet lonely. But while I was among 20 people I felt strangely alone. This had now become a very regular feeling. A feeling that now made a permanent residence , inside of me. Why ? This was a question I often was asked and I often asked myself. Why was I becoming like this? Why couldn’t I not smile anymore ? Why did he leave? no one could solve my own puzzle, even I couldn’t find my way around my own labyrinth of thoughts. Sometimes I wondered what my world would be like if he had not been a part of my existence. Well, it wouldn’t be much different. Still the same, except I wouldn’t know the amount of happiness someone could give me. Something that is unknown and alien to you doesn’t hurt if you don’t have it. But he was a part of my existence a very big part. And after he left, that part of me died. Somewhere within I know it’s not him. It’s just me. Ordinary, incapable, and not worth it. Life wasn’t always like this, I didn’t always live in Antartica. But now even the nostalgic memories, The remembrances of my Californian way of life don’t bring comfort to my cold, deserted, lonely soul anymore.

    RANDOM THOUGHTS, I don't know what to make of them.

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

  • My little, temporary Bucket List :)

    Some things I aspire to do someday, in retrospect it's too late for some of them.

    1.) TRY to get into Harvard !!
    2.) Learn how to play the piano
    3.) Learn Ballet I wish
    4.) Get a Shitzu Bichon :)
    5.) Go on a World Tour, Specially Britain and Paris <3
    6.) Be successful ! and rich and famous
    7.) Make a difference in someone's life.
    8.) Maybe continue learning my German sometime.
    9.) Try to be a better, less selfish and materialist person than I am.
    10.) Forget him Find someone special, and make his life awesome.

    What are some things you've always wanted to do? And if so, did you do it?

Saturday, 19 December 2009

  • Intellectual or Socialite ?

    I've always been a straight A student. Thus, often been branded nerd ; it kinda bothers me now. It bothers me how people are so senselessly stereotypical about everything in life, I mean I totally have more to me than my grades.

    Sometimes I wonder, what if instead of being the smart one, I was the popular one? What would life be like then, parties and people?

    Everything in life has two sides, like a coin, a good and a bad. I know I work hard, I have a future, I give a damn about succeeding in life but when sometimes all I have are the same 4 friends to celebrate my success with, I stop and ask myself, if this is really the right thing for me. Quotes like " You're successful when you have people to celebrate success with" make me question my accomplishments, or what classify as my accomplishments.

    Is it better to be smart than popular? Or is it best to be a party person?

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