If you have something, why rush it? Take it slow. At a steady pace. Don't force anything, only suggest.
"What have you got to loose?"
Well an excellent friend that's what I've got to loose. So yeah. No rushing.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
I don't get it
I don't get it. I'm stood here. Across the room, your stood there, I don't like you anymore but I still feel awkward. We make awkward eye contact. Why?
Some one explain it?
Some one explain it?
Monday, 29 April 2013
To be truthful
To be honest, I feel quite ashamed the way I've just gone from person to another, it was rather unexpected to tell the truth.
I'd been thinking about for some time and then something happened and it was awkward and upsetting and then I had a dream and BOOM it was her who I now like...so yeah...a bit shameful in my mind.
But I suppose that's life really and things happen and change quickly so I suppose I should just get on with it to be perfectly honest.
I'd been thinking about for some time and then something happened and it was awkward and upsetting and then I had a dream and BOOM it was her who I now like...so yeah...a bit shameful in my mind.
But I suppose that's life really and things happen and change quickly so I suppose I should just get on with it to be perfectly honest.
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Things change.
It's been a while since I posted something, but it's amazing how much things can change in so little time.
Because basically my last post is completely irrelevant because of a little event involving a letter, which changed the course of things completely.
It's things like these that you least expect because that's what makes things change for either the better or the worst.
But another thing that you'll learn in something like this is that you never really appreciate what you have until it's gone, such as a friend, they may not be a big part of your life but when they go, it'll feel extremely different.
It won't make sense but as someone once said, as one door closes another opens, but sometimes one closes and another doesn't open.
Because basically my last post is completely irrelevant because of a little event involving a letter, which changed the course of things completely.
It's things like these that you least expect because that's what makes things change for either the better or the worst.
But another thing that you'll learn in something like this is that you never really appreciate what you have until it's gone, such as a friend, they may not be a big part of your life but when they go, it'll feel extremely different.
It won't make sense but as someone once said, as one door closes another opens, but sometimes one closes and another doesn't open.
Saturday, 13 April 2013
I need to know.
Why did you run?
Why did you hide?
It felt horrible.
I turned around and saw you. Your friend asked me a question and I answered her. I turned around to talk to the teacher and when the bell went and I turned to go, I noticed you had gone.
I went through the doors. You were on the stairs. I saw you and we made eye contact briefly. I looked away and tried not to look at you. You ran up the stairs. But I saw you turn and go. I nearly collapsed. I felt awful. I didn't know what to do. I just ran. I ran down the corridor and slammed the door open. I nearly cried and collapsed but I carried on.
When I got to the lesson I'd calmed my self down. I expected you to be alread there because I tried to convince my self you'd ran to go to the lesson. But you weren't there. I nearly cried again. I sat there. Watching the door. Waiting for you to come rushing in because you ran away. Then 5 minutes later you casually walked in. I died inside. You did run away. All throughout that lesson I couldn't look at you. I sat in silence for an hour. I did my work. Then at lunch I went and I cried. I cried. I never though I would but I did. On my own. In the cold. It was horrible. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone because they'd call me pathetic. So I just stood there. Stood there and thought.
Why did you run?
Please tell me?
I miss talking to you
I'm so sorry
I wish I didn't feel the way I feel about you because I know how you feel about relationships and I know you.
In London I tried to distract my self. I stayed in front of you or far behind. I tired not to talk to you. But it didn't work. I could still hear you above everyone else. It was so painful. But you were enjoying your self. So I was glad. But I will say this. I hated London because of that. I hated the fact that where ever I went. I could hear you. Above everything else. I just wanted to walk away from the group. Walk the streets of our magnificent capital. Go on the tube where ever. I couldn't care. But then when we did speak, it was like there was nothing different. That was the worst bit.
I don't care anymore. Everyone knows I like you. You do, your friends do, my friends do, and yet I still try and keep it secret.
If you read this you'll probably call me a creep or something. You do that. Do what you want. Because I don't care anymore. I feel like I've lost you, I feel sorry for my friends when I just complain and whine to them about everything, I know I shouldn't but I don't want to like you, I'm sorry.
I just wish I knew what you felt.
I just want a chat.
Is it too much to ask?
Why did you hide?
It felt horrible.
I turned around and saw you. Your friend asked me a question and I answered her. I turned around to talk to the teacher and when the bell went and I turned to go, I noticed you had gone.
I went through the doors. You were on the stairs. I saw you and we made eye contact briefly. I looked away and tried not to look at you. You ran up the stairs. But I saw you turn and go. I nearly collapsed. I felt awful. I didn't know what to do. I just ran. I ran down the corridor and slammed the door open. I nearly cried and collapsed but I carried on.
When I got to the lesson I'd calmed my self down. I expected you to be alread there because I tried to convince my self you'd ran to go to the lesson. But you weren't there. I nearly cried again. I sat there. Watching the door. Waiting for you to come rushing in because you ran away. Then 5 minutes later you casually walked in. I died inside. You did run away. All throughout that lesson I couldn't look at you. I sat in silence for an hour. I did my work. Then at lunch I went and I cried. I cried. I never though I would but I did. On my own. In the cold. It was horrible. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone because they'd call me pathetic. So I just stood there. Stood there and thought.
Why did you run?
Please tell me?
I miss talking to you
I'm so sorry
I wish I didn't feel the way I feel about you because I know how you feel about relationships and I know you.
In London I tried to distract my self. I stayed in front of you or far behind. I tired not to talk to you. But it didn't work. I could still hear you above everyone else. It was so painful. But you were enjoying your self. So I was glad. But I will say this. I hated London because of that. I hated the fact that where ever I went. I could hear you. Above everything else. I just wanted to walk away from the group. Walk the streets of our magnificent capital. Go on the tube where ever. I couldn't care. But then when we did speak, it was like there was nothing different. That was the worst bit.
I don't care anymore. Everyone knows I like you. You do, your friends do, my friends do, and yet I still try and keep it secret.
If you read this you'll probably call me a creep or something. You do that. Do what you want. Because I don't care anymore. I feel like I've lost you, I feel sorry for my friends when I just complain and whine to them about everything, I know I shouldn't but I don't want to like you, I'm sorry.
I just wish I knew what you felt.
I just want a chat.
Is it too much to ask?
Jealousy...and love
The feeling of jealousy is horrific.
It affects each and everyone one of us.
It could be about an object.
A person.
A status.
Wealth.
Position.
Attitude.
Looks.
Confidence.
And anything and everything else.
Love and jealousy are two things that go together extremely well.
You begin to like a person, you fall in love. They're all you can think about. You can pick them out in a crowd.
And then you start noticing.
You notice how she talks to him more than you. You notice how close they are. It seems to you like they're getting closer. It makes your feel sick. It makes you want to cry. Want to run away and never come back.
Then you try to stop loving that person. That beautiful, amazing person, and it just won't happen. No matter how hard you try. No matter what. And even if you do manage to stop, he still annoys you because at the end of the day, he's still closer to her than you.
The worst part is when he's your best friend. You go home and you cry. Because he's your best friend and you feel like you hate him because he's so close to her and your so far away.
It used to be the other way round.
He liked her.
I was the one that was close.
And then when you think about that, it just makes you feel so upset. So angry.
Because to you, to you she is the true definition of perfection. You love her with all your heart and you feel sick at the thought of loosing her.
But you know it will never be.
You won't get her.
And yet you still can't stop loving her.
You talk to your other friends about it. But it's usually no hope. You think you've become bi-polar because you can go from extremely happy to extremely upset or angry in a click.
But your not.
You are in love.
It feels like a curse sometimes.
And there's no cure.
Except for her.
She's the cure.
She can end your pain.
But, how many times does that happen?
Hardly ever.
I can relate so much to this post, not just because I wrote it all, but because this is one of true feeling. It's a story. A story about my love for someone. Everyone who knows who I am knows who she is. I truly feel like I have a curse. And yes, he is one of the few people I call my best friends but yet he angers me so much. I'm sure alot of people can relate to this, and I can't even believe it but I'm led here in bed and crying over all of this. I know she knows I like her, I don't know how, but I know she knows. And when the person you like finds out you like them, well that's the end. They usually stop talking to you. It becomes mega awkward and you'll be sat in a class that there in, even on the same table. And you can't look at them. You feel so sick and want to cry. And then worst thing happens. One tear. Just one. Out of the corner of your eye. Just one little swine that you blink out. And you watch it in slow motion as it falls and lands on your book. And then you look up at her. And she's watching you. You make eye contact ad she quickly looks away. You just want to die. You over think everything. And then you have a hot fluster and feel so faint and just want to curl up. This is the horrible truth of what happens when your in love.
To all the people who read this, I'm sorry. It just all came out as I wrote it.
It affects each and everyone one of us.
It could be about an object.
A person.
A status.
Wealth.
Position.
Attitude.
Looks.
Confidence.
And anything and everything else.
Love and jealousy are two things that go together extremely well.
You begin to like a person, you fall in love. They're all you can think about. You can pick them out in a crowd.
And then you start noticing.
You notice how she talks to him more than you. You notice how close they are. It seems to you like they're getting closer. It makes your feel sick. It makes you want to cry. Want to run away and never come back.
Then you try to stop loving that person. That beautiful, amazing person, and it just won't happen. No matter how hard you try. No matter what. And even if you do manage to stop, he still annoys you because at the end of the day, he's still closer to her than you.
The worst part is when he's your best friend. You go home and you cry. Because he's your best friend and you feel like you hate him because he's so close to her and your so far away.
It used to be the other way round.
He liked her.
I was the one that was close.
And then when you think about that, it just makes you feel so upset. So angry.
Because to you, to you she is the true definition of perfection. You love her with all your heart and you feel sick at the thought of loosing her.
But you know it will never be.
You won't get her.
And yet you still can't stop loving her.
You talk to your other friends about it. But it's usually no hope. You think you've become bi-polar because you can go from extremely happy to extremely upset or angry in a click.
But your not.
You are in love.
It feels like a curse sometimes.
And there's no cure.
Except for her.
She's the cure.
She can end your pain.
But, how many times does that happen?
Hardly ever.
I can relate so much to this post, not just because I wrote it all, but because this is one of true feeling. It's a story. A story about my love for someone. Everyone who knows who I am knows who she is. I truly feel like I have a curse. And yes, he is one of the few people I call my best friends but yet he angers me so much. I'm sure alot of people can relate to this, and I can't even believe it but I'm led here in bed and crying over all of this. I know she knows I like her, I don't know how, but I know she knows. And when the person you like finds out you like them, well that's the end. They usually stop talking to you. It becomes mega awkward and you'll be sat in a class that there in, even on the same table. And you can't look at them. You feel so sick and want to cry. And then worst thing happens. One tear. Just one. Out of the corner of your eye. Just one little swine that you blink out. And you watch it in slow motion as it falls and lands on your book. And then you look up at her. And she's watching you. You make eye contact ad she quickly looks away. You just want to die. You over think everything. And then you have a hot fluster and feel so faint and just want to curl up. This is the horrible truth of what happens when your in love.
To all the people who read this, I'm sorry. It just all came out as I wrote it.
Thinking
Thinking is dangerous.
Especially if you over think.
Take this for instance;
Someone says something. You immediately think, 'what do they mean by that?' You quickly think of lots of different things that it could mean. You begin to panic. 'What if it means.....' 'What if it's that...' Your breathing increases. Your hands get a bit sweaty. You have no idea what to do. And then it all ends. You reply. Say something back. And then there's nothing. You panic again. 'What if I was wrong?' 'What if they meant the other thing' 'oh no' You have no idea what's going on. Your head goes into over drive. And then all of a sudden. They reply again. You were right. What a feeling. But then they ask you a question. It's a serious one. And it all starts again...
This is what I go through most days. I over think so much and trust me, it isn't nice. Thinking of everything something can mean and panicking incase it's this or that. You have no one to tell because it's all in your mind. You work your self up for no reason. It's horrible. You don't know what's right, what's wrong. You don't know what to think. And then in the end, it turns out that 'Hey' sometimes just means 'Hey'
It's a horrible thing is thinking. It's bad for people. But we all do it without realising.
And that's the worst part.
Especially if you over think.
Take this for instance;
Someone says something. You immediately think, 'what do they mean by that?' You quickly think of lots of different things that it could mean. You begin to panic. 'What if it means.....' 'What if it's that...' Your breathing increases. Your hands get a bit sweaty. You have no idea what to do. And then it all ends. You reply. Say something back. And then there's nothing. You panic again. 'What if I was wrong?' 'What if they meant the other thing' 'oh no' You have no idea what's going on. Your head goes into over drive. And then all of a sudden. They reply again. You were right. What a feeling. But then they ask you a question. It's a serious one. And it all starts again...
This is what I go through most days. I over think so much and trust me, it isn't nice. Thinking of everything something can mean and panicking incase it's this or that. You have no one to tell because it's all in your mind. You work your self up for no reason. It's horrible. You don't know what's right, what's wrong. You don't know what to think. And then in the end, it turns out that 'Hey' sometimes just means 'Hey'
It's a horrible thing is thinking. It's bad for people. But we all do it without realising.
And that's the worst part.
How many things do you take for granted?
Mobile.
Internet.
Warmth.
Friends.
School.
Food.
Time.
How many of these have you taken for granted? I know I have with a few.
Your mobile. You use it everyday. Keeping in contact with your friends, family and others. You use it where ever. When ever. And you even have the Internet on it.
You go on holiday, you take your phone. You leave the country, you take your phone. You complain your phone is rubbish. Not the latest or best one. But then as soon as it breaks or stops working, you realise how much you depend on it. It's like the whole world has left you. No texts. No calls. No Internet. Nothing.
Having a warm home. Your heating works. Everything's fine. You complain when it's cold so your parents or who ever puts the heating and hey pesto your warm. But when it breaks, it's horrific.
Your friends. You treat them horribly sometimes and they stay. But occasionally they won't, so just think, don't upset them too much, they may just not come back.
School. Everyone hates it. But as soon as you leave you'll miss it like your phone. You'll want to go back. You say now you won't, but you will, just wait.
You have food at home. But just imagine if you didn't. There are people near you and all over the world that will have a home, but no food. Some won't have either.
And finally, time. You complain you don't have enough time to do things. Not enough time to do your homework or revise. But just look back over a week and see how much time you actually wasted. What could you change and swap for doing homework or revision in?
It just goes to show that when you think about it, we all take a lot of things for granted.
So just take a minute out to think and see just exactly how lucky you really are.
Internet.
Warmth.
Friends.
School.
Food.
Time.
How many of these have you taken for granted? I know I have with a few.
Your mobile. You use it everyday. Keeping in contact with your friends, family and others. You use it where ever. When ever. And you even have the Internet on it.
You go on holiday, you take your phone. You leave the country, you take your phone. You complain your phone is rubbish. Not the latest or best one. But then as soon as it breaks or stops working, you realise how much you depend on it. It's like the whole world has left you. No texts. No calls. No Internet. Nothing.
Having a warm home. Your heating works. Everything's fine. You complain when it's cold so your parents or who ever puts the heating and hey pesto your warm. But when it breaks, it's horrific.
Your friends. You treat them horribly sometimes and they stay. But occasionally they won't, so just think, don't upset them too much, they may just not come back.
School. Everyone hates it. But as soon as you leave you'll miss it like your phone. You'll want to go back. You say now you won't, but you will, just wait.
You have food at home. But just imagine if you didn't. There are people near you and all over the world that will have a home, but no food. Some won't have either.
And finally, time. You complain you don't have enough time to do things. Not enough time to do your homework or revise. But just look back over a week and see how much time you actually wasted. What could you change and swap for doing homework or revision in?
It just goes to show that when you think about it, we all take a lot of things for granted.
So just take a minute out to think and see just exactly how lucky you really are.
Friday, 12 April 2013
Work
People used to ask me how I didn't get bored doing what I do. But it's rather simple really.
Nothing is ever the same.
Everything is different.
A new challenge.
A new difficulty.
And it's always down to the people you work with. You'd call them your friends, but your 16 and they're 23(ish) and 30-something, but you always have a good laugh. Maybe at one another. Maybe at someone else.
And let me tell you this, finishing work at 2am is not late, it's ridiculously early.
But remember, it's not what your job is, or what you have to do, it's who you work with.
Nothing is ever the same.
Everything is different.
A new challenge.
A new difficulty.
And it's always down to the people you work with. You'd call them your friends, but your 16 and they're 23(ish) and 30-something, but you always have a good laugh. Maybe at one another. Maybe at someone else.
And let me tell you this, finishing work at 2am is not late, it's ridiculously early.
But remember, it's not what your job is, or what you have to do, it's who you work with.
Panic
You have a deadline to meet.
Maybe it's an essay.
Project.
Work.
Food.
Or getting somewhere.
Everything's fine at first. You just do what you have to do to get it done, but then the deadline soon approaches and it gets quicker and quicker and then you begin to panic.
You begin rushing and panicking about everything you have to do, but then soon after, you go into a state of calm, you become completely relaxed and begin working at a steady speed again, because you know that you won't finish on time, and that it'll be done when it's done.
I'm in that calm state, I have no deadline, but I know that the feelings I feel are uncontrollable (mostly) and that what ever happens happens, and if something's supposed to happen it will.
One day. Hopefully.
Maybe it's an essay.
Project.
Work.
Food.
Or getting somewhere.
Everything's fine at first. You just do what you have to do to get it done, but then the deadline soon approaches and it gets quicker and quicker and then you begin to panic.
You begin rushing and panicking about everything you have to do, but then soon after, you go into a state of calm, you become completely relaxed and begin working at a steady speed again, because you know that you won't finish on time, and that it'll be done when it's done.
I'm in that calm state, I have no deadline, but I know that the feelings I feel are uncontrollable (mostly) and that what ever happens happens, and if something's supposed to happen it will.
One day. Hopefully.
People
I suppose it hurts a lot, when someone complains that they want some one, a friend, maybe more, who would be nice and all that stuff they want, and you know for a fact that that's you, and it is you for some time, but then they just stop. For no reason. No texts. No messages. Nothing. It's like loosing a best friend.
You panic at first. Then, you blame your self. You don't know what to do. Do you text them? Or do you think that'd annoy them. Do you leave it? Or are they testing you?
So many decisions, each one with a different ending and outcome.
Do you message them? Tell them how you feel? Or do you leave it incase it pushes them away?
Your not on talking terms so what've you got to loose? You have plenty to loose. Because you don't know what they're thinking or feeling. They could just be busy a lot and have forgotten about you. They may just not want to talk, maybe they will in a few days. Or maybe your just over reacting the whole thing and there's nothing to worry about.
The worst bit is you can't get someone to ask them, because that means you want to know, you just have to sit. Wait. And hope for the best.
It's a living hell, but as Winston Churchill once said;
"When your going through hell, keep going"
You panic at first. Then, you blame your self. You don't know what to do. Do you text them? Or do you think that'd annoy them. Do you leave it? Or are they testing you?
So many decisions, each one with a different ending and outcome.
Do you message them? Tell them how you feel? Or do you leave it incase it pushes them away?
Your not on talking terms so what've you got to loose? You have plenty to loose. Because you don't know what they're thinking or feeling. They could just be busy a lot and have forgotten about you. They may just not want to talk, maybe they will in a few days. Or maybe your just over reacting the whole thing and there's nothing to worry about.
The worst bit is you can't get someone to ask them, because that means you want to know, you just have to sit. Wait. And hope for the best.
It's a living hell, but as Winston Churchill once said;
"When your going through hell, keep going"
Thursday, 11 April 2013
The marvellous art of post writing and title making
I always begin writing a post about what ever is on my mind, so like now for instance, I'm thinking about making a post.
But what do you write about?
You being thinking 'ooh that's interesting I'll do that' and you plan it out in your head and then you think 'nah it's awful' so you keep thinking about it and planning it and then you go to write it.
And then that's it.
"Title"
Panic. "What can I call it?" "It has to be good" "significant" "witty" "relatable"
Well I'll tell you this, leave the title until last. Chances are you'll go off topic more than once if you begin writing and stop thinking, rather like this post right now,
The way I do it is I pic a topic and begin writing what ever comes into my head about it, that's why most of my posts start in lists. Then I develop it and tie them all together around one subject, and then when I'm done, I read through it and create a relevant post title.
It's quite tricky at firsts but hey, so are most things!
But what do you write about?
You being thinking 'ooh that's interesting I'll do that' and you plan it out in your head and then you think 'nah it's awful' so you keep thinking about it and planning it and then you go to write it.
And then that's it.
"Title"
Panic. "What can I call it?" "It has to be good" "significant" "witty" "relatable"
Well I'll tell you this, leave the title until last. Chances are you'll go off topic more than once if you begin writing and stop thinking, rather like this post right now,
The way I do it is I pic a topic and begin writing what ever comes into my head about it, that's why most of my posts start in lists. Then I develop it and tie them all together around one subject, and then when I'm done, I read through it and create a relevant post title.
It's quite tricky at firsts but hey, so are most things!
Blogs
Blogs are amazing.
Don't you think so?
I began this blog to vent my feeling and ramble on to the virtual world about different stuff and other crap, and even though I've had it for less than 6 hours, I feel so much better already, like a load has been lifted off my shoulders.
It's like when you have something bugging you, so you tell your best friend, or someone else you can trust, and then you feel a bit better, well this is a lot like that, plus it's there for everyone to read and understand and you can give advice of you wanted to, but no one knows who you are, unless you tell them of course.
Thank you blogs!
Don't you think so?
I began this blog to vent my feeling and ramble on to the virtual world about different stuff and other crap, and even though I've had it for less than 6 hours, I feel so much better already, like a load has been lifted off my shoulders.
It's like when you have something bugging you, so you tell your best friend, or someone else you can trust, and then you feel a bit better, well this is a lot like that, plus it's there for everyone to read and understand and you can give advice of you wanted to, but no one knows who you are, unless you tell them of course.
Thank you blogs!
Hmm
Do you ever wish for something?
Ever really want something?
The latest phone.
The latest computer.
The best designer clothes.
What about wanting these;
Food.
Warmth.
Family.
Money to buy the bare essentials.
Happiness.
Most people don't have to wish for the second list of things, most people have these readily available, they have a house, filled with family, filled with food and love and compassion. Enough money to survive, maybe some for some little extras, maybe enough for a holiday.
But don't forget, everywhere you go, there are people that will wish, pray, and depend on that second list of items. They don't even have time to think of even getting a rubbish phone to just stay in contact with loved ones. Because they have nothing.
Just be greatful for what you have, because others have nothing. Even I forget how lucky I am sometimes, but then I remember or even see someone homeless and it fills me with dread, fear, upset.
You never know what you have until you have nothing.
Ever really want something?
The latest phone.
The latest computer.
The best designer clothes.
What about wanting these;
Food.
Warmth.
Family.
Money to buy the bare essentials.
Happiness.
Most people don't have to wish for the second list of things, most people have these readily available, they have a house, filled with family, filled with food and love and compassion. Enough money to survive, maybe some for some little extras, maybe enough for a holiday.
But don't forget, everywhere you go, there are people that will wish, pray, and depend on that second list of items. They don't even have time to think of even getting a rubbish phone to just stay in contact with loved ones. Because they have nothing.
Just be greatful for what you have, because others have nothing. Even I forget how lucky I am sometimes, but then I remember or even see someone homeless and it fills me with dread, fear, upset.
You never know what you have until you have nothing.
Me
I hate myself sometimes.
Not because I'm ugly or because of my body, I couldn't care less about that crap, but I hate my self because I'm here whining and complaining about life on here, when there are people, people I know, people you know, people you don't know, who are in far worse situations.
Maybe homeless, parentless, have medical problems, emotional problems, trust issues, friendship issues and a lot more, so I just want to take this post to say;
I am sorry for how I am, how I think, how I complain, and you are my hero, whoever you are, anyone, everyone, in a worse situation that I am, I salute you, because you still get on with everything, as tough as it may be, and you still always put a smile on and pretend everything's ok, even if it's just to give yourself confidence. You are all amazing and so brave.
Not because I'm ugly or because of my body, I couldn't care less about that crap, but I hate my self because I'm here whining and complaining about life on here, when there are people, people I know, people you know, people you don't know, who are in far worse situations.
Maybe homeless, parentless, have medical problems, emotional problems, trust issues, friendship issues and a lot more, so I just want to take this post to say;
I am sorry for how I am, how I think, how I complain, and you are my hero, whoever you are, anyone, everyone, in a worse situation that I am, I salute you, because you still get on with everything, as tough as it may be, and you still always put a smile on and pretend everything's ok, even if it's just to give yourself confidence. You are all amazing and so brave.
Life
Life is annoying.
Life is surprising.
Nice.
Good.
Bad.
Terrific.
Terrifying.
Upsetting.
Happy.
Sad.
Love.
Loss.
Gain.
Pain.
And everything else you can think of.
But life is also what you make of it.
Ever wonder what life would have been like if something didn't happen? Say you didn't meet your best friend, imagine everything you've ever done and been through, completely irrelevant if you didn't meet.
As in doctor who with the leaf
"This leaf is the most important leaf in human history"
I liked that episode it was very meaningful and emotional
But what we don't realise is that we control our life, if you don't like something, try and change it, but he warned, once you do something it can't be undone. If a door closes, try and open it again, but dot get arrested.
You see in life it doesn't matter what's happened, well it does, but it also matter about what you do next, because you always have a choice. Yes. No. Maybe. Or what ever the hell else you choose. So just remember the next time your having a deep and meaningful thought conversation with yourself about life, it's what you make of it.
Life is surprising.
Nice.
Good.
Bad.
Terrific.
Terrifying.
Upsetting.
Happy.
Sad.
Love.
Loss.
Gain.
Pain.
And everything else you can think of.
But life is also what you make of it.
Ever wonder what life would have been like if something didn't happen? Say you didn't meet your best friend, imagine everything you've ever done and been through, completely irrelevant if you didn't meet.
As in doctor who with the leaf
"This leaf is the most important leaf in human history"
I liked that episode it was very meaningful and emotional
But what we don't realise is that we control our life, if you don't like something, try and change it, but he warned, once you do something it can't be undone. If a door closes, try and open it again, but dot get arrested.
You see in life it doesn't matter what's happened, well it does, but it also matter about what you do next, because you always have a choice. Yes. No. Maybe. Or what ever the hell else you choose. So just remember the next time your having a deep and meaningful thought conversation with yourself about life, it's what you make of it.
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Hello everybody! My blog will literally be full of depressing stuff so if you don't like it don't view it! I'm just going to rant about things and tell you all my feelings. That's what blogs are for aren't they?
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