The word ‘friend’ is underrated. People have used and abused that role so often that it’s just a crinkled name tag now. But every so often you find that there is just this ‘someone’ that makes you go “Hey wow, this is my friend”. Appreciation is not a big enough word to describe the feeling you get when they are there for you. You find that somehow it is easy to just give ‘trust’ to this person. You take the big risk of putting something so delicate in their hands and hope that they keep it safe. You choose to take that risk and it hits you that they are your friend and they have earnt that trust.
The word ‘friend’ is truly underrated. But when you realise the factors that make up that ‘title’, you find that a friend is just not someone you hang around with, they are much more.
I want everything to be on PAUSE right now. Pretty please? Just wake me up tomorrow morning with today’s date. Don’t take or give, just leave everything as it is. I wish for nothing more and nothing less, I’m fine with whatever I have at this very moment thank you very much!
If I’m able to press the pause button, I’d do it in an instant.
Not only will I pause today’s date, but I will also pause all those times when you and I laugh on ends about silly things. I’ll pause all those time just so I can relive it again.
Hey. Bored? Can’t concentrate? Don’t have the motivation? Lost? Confused? Worried? Stressed? Annoyed? Frustrated? Sad? Angry? Paranoid? Anxious? Puzzled? Tired? Sleepy? Dreading to wake up for school? Afraid?
I know that right now things are feeling “strange” for you. Everything is rushed and it seems like time is running out. I know that these days, we haven’t been able to converse properly because of our trials, but I want you to know that everything will be okay. This too shall pass.
Maybe you don’t have questions… maybe you just need to read something motivational… something that will take your mind of whatever that anxious feeling you have going on inside you. Maybe… you need reassurance, and that’s what I’m giving you now.
Everything WILL be okay. Everything WILL be fine in the end. Don’t believe me? Well, think of all those times when you thought that you’d fail… think of those times when you got back up and fixed your mistakes… think of those times when you thought “Shit. I don’t got this”… because in the end, you managed to tackle all those problems.
Remember the Optical Fibre assessment? Stressing out so much, late nights and breaking the model apart because it didn’t work… Remember the English Close Study of Text essay? Blanking out in the middle of the test, and just feeling confused and having no idea what to write afterwards… Remember the Into The World speech? Feeling confused about what to write and what technique to put in? Remember the modern assignment? Freaking out about not having enough information, and crying because everything felt hopeless?
Remember all those times that you went through, the hardship…. the late nights… the cups and cups of coffee… the feeling of not having enough time… the feeling of waking up from only a 4 hours or less sleep… the feeling of walking through those corridors and dreading your next class… remember?
Yeah. Those dreading moments WENT BY. You got through them all. You got through all those stressful times and your results really showed along with it.
You tried your best, you gave it your all. And now, it’s time to do it again. You CAN do it. You WILL succeed.
You’re confused? You’re not alone. I’m here with you every step of the way. I’ll be there to stress with you, to stay up late with you, to rant to you about how stupid we are for leaving everything til’ last minute. I’ll be there to witness all of your emotions. You’re not alone.
I think I’m over-thinking. I think that’s what is making me feel anxious all the time. I’m not even sure what I’m over-thinking about! Maybe I’m over-thinking about over-thinking. Oh hell, I might not even give this to you. Alright, I’ll just blab on and then figure out what’s going to happen to ‘this’ later.
I think I’m afraid. Your question would be “of what?”. Believe me, I’m asking the same. Wow, I sure sound like a depressed nut job. Mind you! I am not. I laughed alot today and joked around like always. I know you see me by myself alot lately, but that’s because I need to. I need to be alone. That doesn’t make me lonely though.
I have the butterflies as I write this, those ‘nervous’ types. Maybe I really am just getting the pre-exam jitter bugs. I’ll try to convince myself that from this point, just to make things easier. I’ll just stick to the same excuse - ”stressed”.
Everything is sooooo complicated! Now that I’ve read over this, I’ve decided not to give this to you. It just seems… melodramatic.
How about a slap across the kisser an a shake to rattle the brain back into work? My oh my oh my.
It doesn’t really mean as much to me when people add the word too at the end of that sentence. It’s almost as if that person is being forced to say it just because I said it to them first and they don’t want to be rude by not saying it back. Even if they really meant it, the meaning loses it’s value all because of a three letter word. I know it’s stupid but when someone tells me that they miss me, I want it to be true. There’s no need to miss me too, just miss me.
“And everytime that we break up We turn around and make up This can’t go on now I gotta move on now It’s not the fact that I don’t love you no more But I gotta break this bad habit Can’t take his bad habit no more.”
: I woke up today not expecting much. Sure, I was tired but I just couldn’t stop thinking. I’m not even sure what I was thinking about but whatever it was, made me scrunch up my face like I was about to slap the nearest ‘know-it-all’. As always, I gave way to people in corridors because of my stupid decency. As always, I swerved and dodged to give people enough room to strut. I was to the point where I was flat against a wall clearing the path for incoming traffic. However, lost in thought, I didn’t realise this particular person had stopped infront of me. I frowned to the ground and took left. The person grabbed my arm and made me look at them. So I did. “You alright?”, words that I hear too often. “Yes”, I wasn’t lying; it was the truth.
Then that person said four words that made me stop in my tracks, lost for words and…. Confused. “Put A Smile On” If I smile, will that make me feel better? If I smile, will that make other people feel better? It was as though I was reminded to put on my lucky hat. A lucky hat that have been worn everyday, every hour and every minute for the last century. I was tired of it.
…but obedient-me couldn’t help it. “Put a smile on”. So I did.
Thank you “particular person”. From that moment on, everything just went by like a breeze, the classes seemed less of a chore and I couldn’t help but laugh all day. “Put a smile on” Must it be that simple?
“We all have one guy that we wake up in the morning for, put makeup on for, dress our best for, and smile out of nowhere for. Whether we see him or not, we do this. Because you never know, he could be right around the corner.”—
if you hate it so much then unfollow them? i know what you mean but at the end of the day its more than likely deep down your just jealous.
I actually have unfollowed them as a matter of fact. I wouldn’t be the one to talk if I didn’t unfollow them. Also, they aren’t the ones I’m following. Just those blogs that I click on to take a look at that contains those posts.
And I’m 100% sure that I’m not “jealous” because I have a boyfriend that puts effort in mine. And I won’t mention any, because then it would just make me look like a hypocrite.
I wasn’t saying that I was jealous. If I was, I would be blogging about how much I want all those things to happen to me, but they already do happen to me. Just that I am a person who does not like to brag to the world about how special my boyfriend makes me feel and write like a whole essay about it.
I see all these posts by boys and girls on Tumblr praising their other half, talking about the wonderful things they’ve done together, posting photos of them kissing, hugging, etc. I read all these stories that makes me think “Wow, she must really be lucky.” or “Damn, he’s such a romantic.” ..and then I start to think otherwise.
"He bought me this…"
"She bought me that…"
"He did this… it was the sweetest thing…"
"She did that…. it was the cutest thing…"
"I love him so much, and is so glad that he is mine."
"I love her so much, and I’m so glad to have such a wonderful girl like her."
Etc, you know? The usual shit like that.
I mean, I’m happy that you guys are happy to have that person in your life, but do you reaaaaaaaaaaally have to brag about everything they do for you?
I’m not saying that my boyfriend doesn’t do anything for me because he does so many things that literally give me butterflies.
Okay, I don’t think I’m getting my point across. Well, what I’m saying is that telling the world about how sweet you are, or how sweet your other half is to you makes me think that you’re just simply showing off. It’s like a “competition” on which couple is the sweetest on here and it’s kind of getting really annoying. Especially those “love” blogs that is dedicated solely for people to rant on about how special their other half is. It makes me feel sorry for those who are single.
My other half? He’s a damn gem. And whatever happens between us, stays between us because the relationship is based solely on us. And I’m saving all the lovey dovey stories for my kids, not the world.
: but most of the things I do are to make you smile. I will never tell you, but sometimes I text you saying the dumbest/randomest things cause I know it will make you laugh. I always keep this quiet, but on days when I know you’re sad, I tell you funny stories so I can make you forget about things. You may not believe me, but I think you’re beyond amazing, and although you may not see it, I do and to me that’s all that matters. <3
carmopolis: Back in the middle of my relationship, probably nearing 6, 7, 8 months or so, I would look back on the beginning of my relationship and think about how much I missed it. I’d think about it to the point where I’d cry, wondering how things change right under your nose without even realizing it. I missed the effort we both put into talking to each other as much as we could every day. I missed the patience we had for each others mistakes. I missed feeling like everything was ‘perfect’. I worried about how things would never go back to how they were before, and that I’d stay unhappy and especially unsatisfied with the way we’d end up.
I was right, and wrong. At nearly 14 months, I can easily say that no, things never went and will never go back to how they were before. But I can say that I’ve gotten over those feelings of doubt. You see, the misconception I had about being a couple was that things would stay that way forever, then once I started to notice the change, it was that things were falling apart between us. The truth is, nothing has changed. From the beginning of your relationship, to the point where you realize that it’s not the same, it’s not that you two are losing it, it’s that you’re comfortable enough with each other to look past that perfect exterior and see the problems. All those problems that seem to happen over and over again that start to get to you after a while? They were there from the start. The more time you spend together, the less tolerance you have for the things that you used to look past. Acceptance and tolerance are the only things that will help when problems get exhausting and especially when they’re getting compared to you two in the honeymoon phase. Being unwilling to compromise will only bring to life your doubts.
I’ve always hated moving into the comfortable stage. I hated having to be comfortable with someone and letting down my wall for them. After a while, I usually find myself asking myself, “what the fuck went wrong?” and then I remembered that it was me who allowed it to happen.
I hated the fact that I allowed my other half to take advantage of me. Whether I’d be there for him at the end of the day, whether I’ll call him before I head to bed, or whether I run to him every time I am in trouble. Those are the things that bothers me the most sometimes even though it’s me who allowed them to happen.
I honestly try to bring back what we once have in the honeymoon stage, but I find myself asking the question “why should I when he doesn’t?”.
Truth is, I hate putting in the effort sometimes, but I tolerate it because he means so much to me. I tolerate all of this because I’m not going to risk our relationship because of effort. I tolerate his laziness, and his lagging responses. I tolerate all of it because I’m also trying to test my own patience.
I sit there and wonder about what changed? Why did we stop trying to please each other? Why did we stop wanting to see each other constantly, and thinking about each other? I guess maybe it’s because of our circumstances, like the things around us.
Maybe we entered each other’s lives when it wasn’t so busy, and that allowed us to make time for one another. It gave us time to get to know each other, it allowed us to observe one another, and felt all these emotions we haven’t felt for a long time.
But then again, why can’t we make time for each other now and still do things we used to do before?
Maybe I’m just looking beyond what’s in front of me because I have such high expectations for everything. Maybe I’m just silly for wanting everything to be perfect, when I’m not even perfect myself.
Although there are times when I really want to rip his brain out, I still really love the guy.
As slow as he is at times, when he catches up, it really makes me feel a whole lot better and makes me remember why he had me at hello in the first place.
I just wanted to take some time and wish Davee (@shiftcomma3) – someone who is extremely dear to me, a very special 18th Birthday. She has been a truly important and influential person in my life and someone who I’m constantly seeking advice from. She has the most amazing mindset and outlook on life along with such a caring heart. Even though the story of how we met is a pretty awkward one to tell, I am so glad that I took the time to get to know you and vice versa. I hope you’ll take the time to enjoy being eighteen and embrace all the experiences that comes with age. You’re always going to be a huge reason of why I’m the person I am today, and I will continually hope the best for your future. You deserve the world and more!
God bless you, Davee. Happy Birthday!
Thank you beautiful. <3
Well, seeing as you’ve written me something, I’d like to return the favour because today is YOUR birthday. Ha, funny that. One day after mine. :)
I’d like to start off by wishing you a super sweet 16! I hope today has been a wonderful and enjoyable day for you. Getting along with you is quite hard sometimes as there are times when I just want to punch your annoying face. Seriously, you won’t shut up! You ask too many questions and answer them just the second after you finish your sentence. I get annoyed at those moments when you keep repeating everything you say to me thrice, and making those weird noises if I’m not listening to you. You winge a lot, and I feel like sometimes I have to spoon-feed you everything. But, regardless of all those annoying things, I still love you. I enjoy hanging out with you because I know that you’ll always find something funny to tell me and make me laugh uncontrollably. You’ve grown on me a lot in the past 3-4 years of our friendship, and I’m glad that I had the pleasure to watch you grow from the annoying bitch you were to the person you are today (still the an annoying bitch though). I really hope you get far in life, because I know you’ll make a difference in people’s lives just like how you’ve made one in mine.
I hope everything goes well and in the way you want them to. You’re strong, and admirable. And, with your quirky personalities, I’m sure that there will be a boy who will make you his everything one day because you deserve someone who loves you unconditionally.
When I hear my phone sing, I glance real quick hoping to see your name. If it’s someone else’s that pops up, I take my time and read it a few times over and set it down for a few minutes before I reply. But when it is you, I open it fast just to read what you have to say to me. You have me squirming and giggling like a little girl.. It’s disgusting, really. But who am I to deny it? I like it. A lot. I like you.