who's to say i'm not?
i stray from my daily routine only to realize that straying is my routine. im programed with the same conflicting emotions day after day..... after day. to feel whatever happens around me. the popular opinions reach my head before my own have even began to process. im stuck in the easily interchangeable drunken state of mind. but theres really no way to get out. no matter how far you swim up stream. we are all robots.
new life - chapter 1
crying means you're mentally strong. it means that you understand your feeling and you're taking them head on. please don't feel ashamed when you cry. don't be afraid that people will see the softer parts of you. that people will see that you're a real person with real feelings.
stare your emotions in the eyes and invite them in.
it doesn't mean that you cant handle life. it means you know how to deal with whatever comes your way. don't push them away. it will only make them worse.
"every new day is another chance to change your life."
-unknown
#different
i may not know what i want to do with my life but at least i know what i dont want to be.
i dont know why i have to be so stubborn that i cant stand to sit in a class listening to "miley cyrus was probably dropped on her head multiple times as a child" or "gay people are so gross" for 5 more minutes and keep my mouth shut.
i laugh harder at the word egg than justin beiber being roasted.
i like the boys that ill never be able to get.
im so paranoid that ill be murdered at any time that i no longer fear death.
i dont know how to forgive myself of things i didnt do.
colorful wax
i have two childhood memory's of crayons.
1. in kindergarten, my mom was the "parent helper" in our class. one day we were drawing with crayons. then my mom pronounced crayons as 'crowns'. my kindergarten teacher then went on for about 30 minutes, lecturing us that it 'cray-yons' not 'crowns'.
2. i was in the playroom of grandmas house while coloring with crayons. i asked my cousin if i could borrow the crayon she was using after she was done. when she finished using the crayon, i expected her to give it to me but she looked me dead in the eye and ate the top off of the crayon. it was gross.
neither of those experiences have any significance to me today other than the fact that theyre the only memories i have.
HATS
SOME PEOPLE ONLY WEAR HATS BECAUSE THEIR HAIR IS GREASY. OR THEY DO IT EVERY DAY AND NOW ITS THEIR NORM SO WHY STOP NOW. OR THEY WEAR THEM BECAUSE THEY DRAW ENOUGH ATTENTION THAT THE ATTENTION IS NO LONGER ON THE PERSON WEARING THE HAT.
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