mystery♥.
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dream like dreamers do♥.
in my ears .
just another crush♥.
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And speak in a language you can understand.
" is a photodiary I've decided to initiate, compiling day to day events with a snapshot of a moment of the day.
snapshot of a minute in my life, that caught my eye, with a caption of sorts, either explaining the picture or describing my emotions.
I have been told that I never really open up myself to others, and more often than not, I leave people wondering what I truly feel or giving them confusing signals.
Thus, this photodiary, is in a sense, a window to my head.
All my thoughts, my emotions, everything I usually keep out-of-sight, will be put under here, other then my regular blog posts, which are usually not very informative.
Welcome, to the chaos and mess in my head.
I hope you'd find something that speaks to you, whether to pull you through something difficult, or to relate to.
Death by Suffocation
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Everyone hides.
Nobody really show who they really are to others.
Not till they are really sure of them.
More so for me.
Each passing day, I find it harder and harder to trust the world out there.
I wish it didn't have to be this way.
And saying "But, I can't help it!" seems more like a pathetic excuse then a real reason.
I try. But it's difficult when people are so fickle.
Maybe that's why I prefer being alone lately.
When I finally find someone I can be around fully,
Not a half-shot attempt to be me,
I appreciate them very much.
Because, how many people do we meet that allows us to be ourselves without judgement?
I do dislike it when people turn around and call me fake
I merely not sure about you
And I don't show you my true self
Because you're not worth it
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Though very few people can see it
And those that do are the ones who truly treasure me
They are the ones who I can go without meeting for years
And when we do
Nothing's changed - we're still best friends
And I love them for that simple reason
Seeing people die around me
Makes me realise I don't have time to please and cajole people
I need to go out and find the best for me
Or when it's my turn to go
I'll regret not living fully
Why I desperately want to be a somebody working behind the scenes
Going to god-forsaken places
Risking my life for people who don't even know me
Is simple
I need to do something with my life,
Because I don't have enough of it to do things like sitting around the coffeeshop and contemplate about it.
But people don't understand it
They call me selfish for worrying the people around me
For not being filial to stick around for my parents in their final years
The thing is
I believe my parents will understand
They've provided for me all my life
In hopes that I never have to live a life like theirs
Un-filial as it is to die before them
I hope that they will be proud of me, of my decision
For every stupid, selfish thing I do
The reasoning behind it is laughably simple:
I don't want to die with regrets.
And I don't know when I will die.
So I need to live each day fully and not just let it get by.
Which also means
I don't have the time to placate people who cannot and refuse to understand me
I need someone who can understand me and not let their pride get in the way.
so we said; thee, thee, hear. 11:14