Stress less,Become reckless,
And even when the sky is falling down,
Let yourself become weightless.
And don't build a wall of stone,
Because remember,
You're never alone.
- j.n.s.d.
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Whenever I complain to people about what’s going on, they either say nothing or say that I shouldn’t be complaining. I stopped trying to relate myself to other people.
from Six Billion Secrets http://bit.ly/JUuhaG
I went to see Clara Chung and got her autograph, and I also got a pic with her. I ended up staying until 11 with my friends, which is a first. My mom didn’t bug me either, so it was a bit weird, but I got a ride home.
She thought it was because the concert I’m going to tomorrow was actually today so tomorrow she might be pissed, but it’s okay. I had a great time, and I don’t really give a damn. I needed a day like this to be honest. I have a brighter outlook for my summer. I still don’t like my mom though lol. I’m not talking to her.
When someone says, “At least you have…”
I just want to scream at them and tell them to shut up. I hate it when people do that. No, not “at least.” Shut up. You don’t know my life. You don’t know what I live through. They’re the cause of my sorrows. “At least” my ass.
I hate your presence, get away from me.
I need to vent to someone. Someone who understands how I feel, currently surrounded by a bunch of hypocrites, and I hate it.
Am I the only person who couldn’t care less about mother’s day?
I don’t get why mothers who put their children on the verge of suicide and insanity should be appreciated.
Oh? It’s cause they raised us? I don’t think that’s good enough reason. I don’t feel appreciated, I feel like a burden. And what I’m told is that I, as a burden, should repay what the burden was given. Kind of like a loan. Sorry, I don’t do things out of obligation.
(Source: a-yoseoul)
Of course my mom only thinks I’m angry ‘cause she thinks I was raped or molested. Of course.
It’s so unfair how I can’t do ANYTHING that I want to do. I can’t go anywhere, I can’t be with the people I wanna be with, but ohhh, my brother’s can go anywhere. That’s such UTTER BULLSHIT. They’re getting everything, anything they want, and I can’t get anything I want. I’m actually being truthful for once, and what do I get? Bullshit. NO SUCK A FUCKING DICK.
I’m tired of fucking begging. No, get off. Fuck off. Die.
There’s just something in the way people hold you, hug you, kiss you, hold hands with you, just something in that little bit of skinship that makes the connection between to people special. It says a lot and should mean a lot, like how a tight hug means a person misses you or they just love you. A loose hug would be mean that the relationship is awkward or just not that close. A cheek to cheek kiss would mean a greeting. Kisses would mean intimacy. Holding hands means keeping someone close to you close.
These gestures are a sign of the relationship between two people, two friends, two lovers. How can people just throw away such meaningful gestures into something so meaningless? It’s like when people say, “I love you” to everyone they meet. There’s no meaning in that but people throw is around anyway. What is that?
I just don’t get it. People are too thirsty for some affection, and they never save it for the actual person they love. They throw it away to some other people who would just use them, and when they’re used, they close their hearts. Oh well, that’s your fault.
My brother accidentally told my mom that I think of suicide. I’m not mad ‘cause I know how to act very well, surprisingly, so I was able to pretend like I never have. It probably slipped out of his mouth because my mom was talking about religion, and he was just saying how she knows how to make someone feel like shit when she’s feeling like shit. It’s true, but oh well. I’m not mad, I’m really not. I just wonder how he knew that? Hmph, oh well. At least he’s aware?
But my mom goes up to me, and says, “You’ve thought of suicide? Let me tell you, there are people who don’t have what you have. You’re nearly complete, who are you to think of that?”
Lol, yeah, who am I to wish that I was dead. With every waking moment, who am I to feel like this.
I knew she’d act like that, I didn’t expect anything more. She’ll only care when my death becomes truth, and dear God, how I wish that I can make it come true. But I have a lot going for my future, I’m not throwing it away.
