Just realized that people can stalk me and this place is a treasure trove for the least filtered garbage thoughts imaginable. Have fun dumpster diving friends.
One day I will fall in love and the only thing I expect in return is true genuineness. Or rather, I will fall in love with true genuineness. Someone who isn’t afraid of voicing their true desires, because to betray oneself is scum. I don’t need someone to agree with me.
The urge to just get drunk with a friend and talk about life on the beach. Dreams, troubles, aspirations, relationships, and laugh about all the gucked up things in life. Lose control for a little bit, to have a type of fun that says f u to the world whilest enjoying it all.
my twitter is unhinged asf and i love it. If ppl one day use these words against me, I will simply say: “The best judge for my character is not observing me when I choose to be a fool, it is when I know how to differentiate when to be a wise man.”
Can’t even call myself an idiot anymore because I wrote a whole ass thing about how it’s not so bad being an idiot. Insulting myself doesn’t work anymore. This shit sucks. Imma just resort to calling myself short.
One day my words from years past will be used against me. I just hope that the person I become will be someone who accepts their faults of the past and is willing to change for the better. I wish not to be stagnant water.
Ehh, what do I know? I’m just someone who was so afraid of rejection that I didn’t show my interest to the single person that caught my interest after 21 years of life.
It’s incredibly hard for people to put aside their egos to share their story and their experiences, I realize. The ones who have no trouble doing this. The homeless. The ones on the margins. They wish to be heard hy those who ignore them. Why are we so secretive?
One day, will we realize that the repression was not worth it when no one will listen to us? Or is it because we think people want to hear, is the reason we keep so many secrets bottled up?