When I speak, I speak from experience. When I talk, I talk with attitude. When I cry, I cry with emotions. And when I love, I love with everything I’ve got.
If you’re going to hurt me, think about how much you’re going to affect me. My mentality has been destroyed. My mind-set goals have been destroyed and my heart has been fucked up more ways than you can count.
Don’t tell me you want me back and then kill me off the minute you change your mind. If you’re going ask me back, make sure you fucking try. I am not the person I was once before. I’m a selfish, ignorant, inconsiderate bitch. And this is all caused by you. You made me this way. You made me feel like trash. All because of you, I’ve turned into a solid hard rock piece of shit.
I’m sick of your words. I’m sick of the shit that comes out of your mouth. I’m sick of you telling me that you still care for me, but don’t even seem to give 2 cents when I’m upset. Well, fuck you.
Fuck you for making me think that you will change. Fuck you for never showing me the way to a happy relationship, but instead lagged me with your feelings and your non-sense. Fuck you for wanting me to come over and making excuses only for me to find out that you only did it for some other reason. Fuck you for being the one who made me realise that love is stupid and it’s pathetic. Fuck you for not realizing how much effort I put into trying to make us work.
And a lastly, A BIG FAT FUCK YOU FOR SAYING SORRY WHEN IT’S TOO LATE AND THAT YOU’RE A CHANGED GUY. Lets face it. You’re never gonna change.
Remember, the best loves come along when you're not even looking for them.
Why is it that first love are always the most painful? The first love to me is the most magical but also the hardest to get over. It’s the hardest because you’ve never experienced anything like it so you feel like once it’s gone you’ll never experience it again. For some people they don’t, but for the bigger majority of people they do many times. Like me. I’ve realized that, in order to fall in love, you just have to open your mind and your heart and before you know it you’ll be in love again.
We used to have a thing. It wasn’t one of those magical, romantic thing. It was one of those “flings” that you see on TV. A girl and a guy fall in like with each other due to attraction. Maybe it’s affection, maybe it’s love or maybe it’s even lust. Who knows, but god damn it, does it feel good or what?
“Math tells us three of the saddest love stories: Of parallel lines, who were never meant to meet. Of tangent lines, who were together once then parted forever. And then there’s asymptotes, who could only get closer and closer, but could never be together.”—Maths also suck.
It’s girls like you who fuck every guys up. It’s girls like you who hurts the guys. FUCK YOU ALRIGHT? You guys need to stop dreaming, wanting or needing a prince charming. SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLES, BUT PRINCE CHARMING DIED ON HIS WAY TO YOU.
Prince charming ain’t going to happen. You’re not a fucking princess. Fuck up you little bitches.
Frienship, Love, Heartbreak, Alcohol and Cheap shots.
There are about two things I hate in a guy. A stupid one who does not know how to read indirect messages as well as a cheap shot.
You know those jackasses who lie their way through to “protect” their girl. Those jackasses who are too chicken shit to directly tell their girl that they’ve lost feelings or has moved on. Those jackasses who have little respect for their girl’s heart.
Yea, those type of jackasses. The ones that goes around strutting the mother fucking place like as if they know how the girl feels. Those jackasses who does not know how to treat their own fucking girl properly. You know… those everyday jackasses that most girls fall head over heels in love with.
But they are the same jackasses who makes her happy, who completes her day. They are the exact same jackasses who gives the smile on the girl’s face a whole new meaning. They are the same jackasses that took over the previous jackasses.
Those are the jackasses I’d love to kick in the face because I once met a jackass like that.
Hey guys. How’s everyone? I’ve been so hectic with everything lately. My buddy and I have been spending a lot of time together. And “Shop Til’ You Drop” has literally lived up to its meaning. I’m serious. I was nearly dead by the end of Thursday @ late night. The int. students took about 30-45 minutes in EACH store browsing for clothes and stuff. We went at around 4:30 and got home at like 9 something. 5 hours of shopping and we only reached level 2. FML! It was soooo tiring! And if you know me, I’m pretty impatient when it comes to waiting for something. Anyway, tomorrow is a Saturday. Going to the movies to watch Nightmare On Elms Street with Simpson, Bao and them. And my buddy’s going Salvos with Thuy and stuff. Ok, I think it’s me-time now. Gonna go watch Scrubs.
People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person…
When someone is in your life for a reason, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend - and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.
Memento homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.
I’ve always been the type of girl who does her own thing without anybody’s help. I never really liked company and I don’t always enjoy being surrounded too many people. If I feel uncomfortable, it’s almost usually because my personal space has been invaded or it feels like it. I’m pretty anti-social and I quite enjoy that.
Sure, there are times when I do want to be with my friends, and be around the people who I adore but then there are times where I just want to get away from it all. Away from everyone and everything that surrounds them such as gossips and what-not.
I find contentment in my room. Sitting in front of my laptop googling up things I’m fascinated about like Pandora’s Box or if snakes have two penises, WHICH THEY DO BY THE WAY! I also enjoy reading stories online and I like writing, as you can see.
It’s all in a day work of me. Oh, and I do my homework as well!
kimoyxo: I hate how young girls cheapen themselves by taking inappropriate pictures! And it’s funny because they crave for attention so bad that they go ahead and do something so low, and outrageous. I understand that it’s not MY life and I shouldn’t be so concerned, but every time I see photos like that, I have this urge to post a comment saying ‘cover up’ or ‘have some respect for yourself’. But then again, I’m not only saying this for young girls. This is for women overall! I mean, the way you expose yourself to the world, you’re only going to get very little respect in the end.
If you want respect, have some respect for yourself. Don’t lower your standards.
“Was I ever truly over him? At one time I was sure that the answer was yes. But if seeing him again and merely touching his hand could peel back so many layers of my heart, then did I ever stop loving him the way you’re supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you’re with?”—Emily Giffin - Love the One You’re With
I’m the voice inside your head. You refuse to hear. I’m the face that you have to face. Mirrored in your stare. I’m what’s left, I’m what’s right. I’m the enemy. I’m the hand that will take you down. Bring you to your knees.
Ladies, I’m sure that you have come across at least one of these bitches when you were in a relationship with your boy.
The social networking “buddy”. She’s the one that comments him and he comments back. She “LOL” at everything he says and likes almost all of his statuses on Facebook even though it’s not funny. She will ask him how the “relationship” you two are going and when he says it’s great, she will reply back with a nice “sympathetic” comment. You probably know her and she definitely knows you but pretends like she doesn’t. She snoops around his site and reads almost all of his comment but looking out for your conversations. She then reads it and clicks on your profile and stalks you. She probably does this every so often, she should get payed for it.
The “bestfriend”. She’s the one who was probably there before you. She’s the one that he goes to when you guys have a fight. She’s the one that he talks to when he feels uneasy or sad. She’s the one who he takes advice from because he knows that she won’t lie to him. She’s a bitch and needs to know when to just back the fuck off.
The “random” girl he met while at a party. She could be an ugly whore. Don’t sweat it. She’s random.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
Do you know how amazing life really is? Everything is in my hands, everything is available for me to try, to do, to say. I don’t believe in barriers that stop me from doing what I want, I don’t believe that anything can change my reality, I don’t believe that anything can really hurt me. And I really don’t understand why people let jealousy and hate consume their lives. But as for me, I live my life because before I know it, it will be gone and that’s when I’ll miss it most.
I try not to be jealous because I feel that it will only make me think that I’m useless. I love myself for what I am and of corse, I’m one of a kind kid and I embrace it. I try to not hate people, but I really can’t help it. I know they’re living their life like me. And I know they may have hurt me, they may have done shit wrong to me but sometimes I know they will make mistakes and then pay the consequences. So I try not to let my life get ruined by what they’ve done to me. I know that only I can make a bad situation into a positive solution for myself, so I try not to grieve and be upset about useless none-sense. I do learn and grow from it sometimes. But sometimes I’m an immature 16 years old.
I try not to fear my emotions and pain but I let them get to me every time. I know that suffering and negativity will always be a part of reality and I try not to run away from it. But sometimes it’s just too much to handle. But I found that it’s a great feeling to channel the feelings into a positive learning experience and learn from my previous mistakes. Everybody goes through sad states in their lives and I know it’s normal but when I pass it. It is so much more then I expect it to be.
I don’t even know what to say anymore. I love my life so much right now. A few months ago I used to be so negative and upset about everything, and so much has changed with me lately. I’ve grown into everything I wanted to be by letting life take me into new situations, by growing from past problems, and just loving my surroundings.
I know I’m not the brightest, or the prettiest or the smartest but I’m alright with who I am. Don’t expect too much from me. I’m only human.
How can a four letter word make people so happy yet in the end they fall too pieces. Love takes hostages. It cuts you open and leave you a massive scar that may never heal. I sometimes wonder how people can move on when clearly they know they can’t let go. How can a one syllable word be such a powerful thing? It can stop an object from beating and make liquid fall from the human eyes. When two people fall in love, they forget what’s around them. And only notice each other. Love to me is like a rollercoaster ride. Up, down and curves. It goes round and round and round. We start of in a rollercoaster looking forward to a fun time and when it goes up we’re screaming our lungs off for the excitement. And when it goes down, our head are aching and we’re fear for the worse. And in the end when the ride is finished we may feel sick and never want go on it again or maybe have another ride. Not because it gave use those horrible feeling but it’s worth it. Everyone’s been through the “when one person love each other too much and the other love too less” phase. It sucks and it makes us feel so vulnerable. But you won’t know how much the person love you. It’s either you believe they do or they don’t.
I do a lot of things for the people I care for. I go out of my ways just for them. I’ll run over 10 cats, 3 dogs, 4 rabbits and 2 ants to see the person I love. I’m willing to take risks, and in doing so, I’m always left with disappointment. Fuck this.
Today ain’t my cup of tea and tomorrow seems like my coffee will be cold as well.
The quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones.
Last night I stayed awake til’ 3 in the morning. When I began to think of times, when we both shared one heart. This box that’s in my throat throws nothing, nothing at all, nothing - but dead sound, and these noises that I hear are the sounds of my own regret.
And then that’s when I found a way. Another new thought came in mind. It said something like this: “You’ll lose your mind if you lose control. We’d burn like the morning then break like your heart. Fall in love without warning, just to fall back apart.”
Am I missing you? Am I? If so, how much?
Those were my thoughts at 3 AM. “You know how it is, when you really care about someone. You call them all day long… Because you just wanna know, how their day is going… And what they’re thinking about and if they’re thinking about you. You spend all day trying to find the perfect outfit. You even change your hairstyle, just so he’ll take a second look. But they never notice. Sometimes l just wish that they could trade places with us… So that they would know how it feels.You know?” - White Chicks
This is gonna sound a little strange but I’d like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is there is never a time when you will be more honest, and your convictions will be stronger, and your motives will be more pure than they are right now. Which means you should chase whatever excites you. Be confident, and take risks, and paint over my words so you can start writing your own. My story may have inspired you, but I’m certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know you don’t need somebody to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself… make your own destiny. Then years from now the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt will always be there under the paint. The love you professed will always be there, the spark of something undeniable, a seed of hope, the truth for better or for worse burning fiercely just below the surface.
There are so many things I want to let out. I’m such a push-over. I let things get to me easily and I think way too much. I’m horrible at trying to make things right. And sometimes I feel like as if I let people get the best of me.
Don’t get me wrong, I still have self-pride and self-respect. It’s just that sometimes when I like someone, I feel like as if I should worship them like they’re God or something. My past relationships hasn’t been much of an experience if you ask me. I’ve been praised, been lied to, been hurt on more levels than you can ever reach.
I’m actually pretty tired now. Tired of all that drama. I’m actually perfectly content with my status. Single and not looking.
I’ve never been so confused in my whole life. I’m such a pest. I’ve never actually been this annoyed and frustrated.
I don’t like it when people I know in real life knows that I have Tumblr. I don’t like it when people I know in real life follows me!
I came on Tumblr for a reason, and that reason is because I wanted to get away from all that real life drama and talk about anything to everything I want here without people judging me. I came on here to meet new people and become friends with them.
I didn’t sign up for any drama when I accepted the terms and conditions. So don’t judge me based on what I write. This is how I feel and I’m still going to do it anyway regardless of what you think of me.
If you know who I am, what my name is, how I look like then good for you.
Just to let you know, I’m perfectly content about life and the events that are happening. And if you ever, EVER dare to judge me because of that, well… then you’re a faggot. Simple as that.
“Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.”—Gigi, He’s Just Not That Into You
-cremedelacreme: People say that moving on is the easy part, but it’s what you have to let go that makes breaking up so difficult. Everything of what used to be means so much, that it’s hard to even imagine life after them. Life apart, life without them seems so unbearable because you’re so used to them being with you. But trust me, life is still going to be beautiful with or without them holding your hand. You must love harder than you have ever done before, because you must love to let go. Letting go doesn’t mean you never loved them, or that it was never real for you.. letting go only means you love them enough to let them find their own happiness, even if that means you’re no longer in the picture.
3 days. 20+ times. That’s how long it’s been on my bookmark and how many times I’ve read this entry. I was going to write a blog about it. And rephrasing it to fit my feelings. Then I realize, this blog has said exactly what I wanted to say. It has pointed out exactly how I feel. So… touche.
I’ve been meaning to say this out loud. I’ve been wanting to scream and tell this to your face.
I’VE WOKEN UP. I’ve woken up from all those bullshit you threw at me. I’ve woken up from all those fucking sleepless nights I spent analyzing the situation I was in. I’ve woken up from all those lies, all those tears and all those smiles I pretended to have on to just get through the day.
I’ve woken up with nothing else but the thoughts of getting through a new day. The memories of you have been washed away, they have been disintegrated. And I’m fucking happy and satisfied.
I had no idea how hard it was to hear the person you love move onto another. I had no idea how hard it must have been for you to be thinking about the good times and cry, while the bad times made you angry. I had no idea how much pain you were going through, living everyday knowing that I no longer thought of you.
But now that I think of it, it’s you who have no idea. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. You have no idea how hard it is. You think you had it tough? Well fuck you! I have it tough. It was easy for you to forget. It was easy for you to smile even though it hurts deep inside. It was easy for you to keep moving on each day. Why? BECAUSE YOU DID NOT HAVE TO WITNESS ME WITH HIM. You didn’t have to see us walking next to each other. You didn’t have to see how happy I was. You didn’t have to even witness the smiles he put upon my face. You didn’t have to see me day dream about him. You didn’t have to see me taking glimpse at him every time he walked passed me and smile because he looked so cute.
As for me, I see it every single fucking day. It fucking kills. Don’t think you had it tough. Cus you have no fucking idea!
Even though you were the first to experience the pain, it doesn’t compare to the one I’m feeling right now. This sharp pain that’s prickling me. This annoying shit that’s always on my mind. The images, the thoughts of you and her. The whole fucking thing is annoying.
1. You forget 90% of your dreams - Within 5 minutes of waking, half of your dream is forgotten. Within 10, 90% is gone.
2. Blind people also dream - People who became blind after birth can see images in their dreams. People who are born blind do not see any images, but have dreams equally vivid involving their other senses of sound, smell, touch and emotion.
3. Everybody dreams - Every human being dreams (except in cases of extreme psychological disorder). If you think, you are not dreaming, you just forget your dreams.
4. In our dreams, we only see faces that we already know or have seen - Our mind is not inventing faces – in our dreams we see real faces of real people that we have seen during our life but may not know or remember. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces throughout our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilize during our dreams.
5. Not Everybody Dreams in Color - A full 12% of sighted people dream exclusively in black and white. The remaining number dream in full color. Studies from 1915 through to the 1950s maintained that the majority of dreams were in black and white, but these results began to change in the 1960s. Today, only 4.4% of the dreams of under-25 year-olds are in black and white. Recent research has suggested that those changing results may be linked to the switch from black-and-white film and TV to color media.
6. Dreams are Symbolic - If you dream about some particular subject it is not often that the dream is about that. Dreams speak in a deeply symbolic language. Whatever symbol your dream picks on it is most unlikely to be a symbol for itself.
7. Emotions - The most common emotion experienced in dreams is anxiety. Negative emotions are more common than positive ones.
8. You can have four to seven dreams in one night - On average, you can dream anywhere from one or two hours every night
9. Animals Dream Too - Studies have been done on many different animals, and they all show the same brain waves during dreaming sleep as humans. Watch a dog sleeping sometime. The paws move like they are running and they make yipping sounds as if they are chasing something in a dream.
10. Body Paralysis- During REM sleep the body is paralyzed by a mechanism in the brain in order to prevent the movements which occur in the dream from causing the physical body to move. However, it is possible for this mechanism to be triggered before, during, or after normal sleep while the brain awakens.
11. Dream Incorporation - Our mind interprets the external stimuli that our senses are bombarded with when we are asleep and make them a part of our dreams. This means that sometimes, in our dreams, we hear a sound from reality and incorporate it in a way. For example you may be dreaming that you are in a concert, while your brother is playing a guitar during your sleep.
12. Men and Women Dream Differently - Men tend to dream more about other men. Around 70% of the characters in a man’s dream are other men. On the other hand, a woman’s dream contains almost an equal number of men and women. Aside from that, men generally have more aggressive emotions in their dreams than the female lot.
13. Precognitive Dreams - Results of several surveys across large population sets indicate that between 18% and 38% of people have experienced at least one precognitive dream and 70% have experienced déjà vu. The percentage of persons that believe precognitive dreaming is possible is even higher, ranging from 63% to 98%.
14. If you are snoring, then you cannot be Dreaming - This fact is repeated all over the Internet, but some are still a bit suspicious whether it’s really true as there isn’t any scientific evidence to support it.
15. You can experience an orgasm in your dream - You can not only have sex as pleasurable as in your real life while dreaming, but also experience an orgasm as strong as a real one, without any wet results. The sensations felt while lucid dreaming (touch, pleasure and etc..) can be as pleasurable and strong as the sensations experienced in the real world.