I'm surrounded by pussy-ass bitches who are too shit scared to say who they are and go after what they want.
My nights out are peppered with the piss-poor unsolicited advice and musings of sad and lonely people who think there self-indulgent brand of melancholy somehow makes them wise.
Sadness does not makes you an artist or a poet or an intellectual. Sadness just fucking happens.
At some point everyone breaks.
From that point forward, there is an undercurrent of sadness in everything we do. Which is not to say that happiness is impossible, but there will always be some reservation, some wariness, some shadows in the corner.
Everyone has some idealized notion of what their life felt like in that time 'before' - when is was still possible to live wholehearted and without fear. Its that place we are constantly measuring ourselves against and trying to get back to.
And while that struggle is infinitely valuable, its a universal struggle. Its a universal glance over the shoulder, its a universal sense of loss.
Don't go thinking your special or anything.
My nights out are peppered with the piss-poor unsolicited advice and musings of sad and lonely people who think there self-indulgent brand of melancholy somehow makes them wise.
Sadness does not makes you an artist or a poet or an intellectual. Sadness just fucking happens.
At some point everyone breaks.
From that point forward, there is an undercurrent of sadness in everything we do. Which is not to say that happiness is impossible, but there will always be some reservation, some wariness, some shadows in the corner.
Everyone has some idealized notion of what their life felt like in that time 'before' - when is was still possible to live wholehearted and without fear. Its that place we are constantly measuring ourselves against and trying to get back to.
And while that struggle is infinitely valuable, its a universal struggle. Its a universal glance over the shoulder, its a universal sense of loss.
Don't go thinking your special or anything.
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Secondly: Im sorry your life is suffering under the weight of some suckage. If I was close enough Id offer to take you out and get ya drunk and make laugh till beer came out your nose. The next time we are in the sme city Im buying 'K?
And what southernbelle said, dont let other people put their load on you. You got your shit your dealing with, they gotta deal with theirs. Friends and lovers are supposed to make life better and easier.
And people who cant speak their minds get whatthey deserve: usually nothing.
So take care of you LoL, 'cause your good people and we all dig ya.
I am special.
.....
So are you.
Fin.