We lose the people we love because they are meant to love someone else. We lose them because we are destined to find somebody else. It is a simple fact that is sometimes hard to accept because we are too stubborn to let go of something that doesn’t belong to us anymore.
Not all people can understand the way I am. Some may hate me while some will love me. But I love the way I don’t try to pretend to be someone I’m not just to impress anyone.
Sometimes it sucks being strong because when people know that u are strong, they think that it is okay to hurt you over and over again.
Someone doesn’t like you? Fuck it. Having a bad day? Fuck it. Didn’t get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone. Fuck it. What matters now won’t matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth. Just stick your middle fingers in the air and think, “Damn, I have it good.”
This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess up. Girls will be your friends – they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember; some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything – they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well they come and go too. And babe, I hate to say it, most of them, actually pretty much all of them, are going to break your heart. But you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always always always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.
Yeah, you might be prettier than me, and have more friends than me. And you might hang out with hotter guys than me. Have more clothes and money than me, and not give a fuck about school, unlike me. You might be carefree, unlike me. But one day you’re going to wish you stayed true to who you were, like me. Because you’ll have nothing, except memories of fake ass friends who you don’t even talk to anymore. So don’t talk shit about me or my lifestyle, because one day, you’re going to wish it was yours.
You eat, you’re fat. You don’t eat, you’re a freak. You drink, you’re an alcoholic. You don’t drink, you’re a pussy. You read, you’re a nerd. You don’t read, you’re stupid. You tell a secret, you’re an attention seeker. You don’t tell a secret, you’re still attention seeking. You let someone in, you’re easy. You don’t let someone in, you’re too uptight. You smoke, you think you’re cool. You don’t smoke, you’re a loser. You’ve had sex, you’re a slut. You haven’t had sex, you’re a frigid little bitch. You wear make up, you’re a slag. You don’t wear make up, you’re ugly.
You can’t please anyone. ever!
Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you!
It’s got to do with love, with losing somebody you love, a part of you being torn away that you’d do almost anything or believe anything to have returned to you. It’s hope that someday you’ll see them again, that you can still feel them near you. Hope like that, as I thought before, doesn’t make you a weak person. It’s hopelessness that makes you weak. Hope makes you stronger, because it bring with it a sense of reason. Not a reason for how or why they were taken from you, but a reason for you to live. Because it’s a maybe. A “maybe someday things won’t always be this shit.” And that “maybe” immediately makes the shittiness better.
You have to have the nicest jeans, or the cutest purse, or say the newest thing so that it catches on. You have to be skinny, you have to buy this, wear this, say that, be on his side, her side, be neutral, have white teeth, have straight teeth, your hair can’t be frizzy, and you can’t wear that because it just doesn’t “work” anymore. You have to go to parties, be friends with everyone, trust no one, pose like this, smile like that, tilt your head this way, and put your hand on your hip, because that’s how it is. And let me just say, fuck all of that.
Kui me kasvame suureks, siis me mõistame, et ainus inimene, kes ei pidanud Sind iialt alt vedama, tõenäoliselt teeb seda. Sinu süda saab murtud, tõenäoliselt rohkem, kui korra ja iga kord on see aina raskem. Sina murrad südameid samuti, seega, pea meeles, mis tunne oli, kui Sinu süda oli murtud.
Sa tülitsed oma parima sõbraga. Sa süüdistad oma uut armastust asjus, mida vana tegi. Sa nutad, kuna aeg möödub liiga kiiresti ja lõpuks kaotad Sa kellegi, keda Sa armastad. See tee palju pilte, naera palju ja armasta, nagu Sa poleks kunagi haiget saanud, sest iga kuuskümmend sekundit, mida Sa kulutad olles pahane, on minut õnnetust ja Sa ei saa seda aega enam kunagi tagasi.
Leia poiss, kes ütleb Sulle “Sa oled kuum” asemel, et “Sa oled ilus”, kes helistab Sulle tagasi, kui Sa oled temaga aega viitnud, kes püsib ärkvel vaid sellepärast, et näha, kuidas Sa magad. Oota seda üht, kes pidevalt meenutab Sulle, kui palju Sa talle tähendad ja kui õnnelik ta on, kuna tal oled Sina. Oota seda üht, kes pöördub enda sõprade poole ja ütleb: “See on TEMA..”