Dreams..

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.

Sometimes!

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day - those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.

Maybe..

Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

:(

On the outside that girl seemed like any other,

She argued with her brother and her mother,

She laughed and cried like anyone else,

But deep inside she was a mess.

Behind every laugh was a shadow of a tear,

Behind every act of bravado was a shadow of fear,

Behind every yes, there was a secret no,

After every high she faced the lowest low.

And thus began the long days of drinking,

Everyone clicked their tongues and said "What was she thinking",

She showed everyone the finger and powered on through,

What she was going to do, no one knew!

One day when the pain was too much to bear,

She thought no one would understand, no one would care,

She reached for the knife,

And with that she ended her life.

It was too late for her to see,

Her death caused people so much sadness it brought them to their knees,

It was too late for the to see,

That people around her were not ready to let her leave.

Revival of the dead!

My new years resolution is to revive my dead blog!

BLREGH!!

Weep.. You weep alone!!

Sadness is more powerful than happiness.. Sadness can go deep down and touch you in places you never knew you had! Sadness is caused by no one else but yourself! Its caused by the way you react to a situation! No matter how much you blame someone else for it! Hapiness.. Is usually because of your near and dear!!
The sad part is, people are more sad than happy because they rely on others more than themselves!!
Never love anyone more than you love yourself! By all means.. Love.. Love with all of your heart.. Give with everything you have! But, never put anyone else above you! You'll end up getting hurt!