its been a while
its been a while
its been a while
its been a while
what do i want?
its been so long
its been too long
its not been long enough.
who am i now?
where am i going?
what am i going to do?
what am i going to become?
i like me.
you love me.
i have love for you.
am i in love with you?
its been a while...
whats next.
i dont want to wait.
i am tired of waiting.
i am tired of being
im tired.
its been a while.
where are you?
do i have a big sign with me that says "fuck me around" on it?
hmm seems to happen time n time again
im upset and im turnin it in to anger..
twards every little douche bag mother fucker out there that thinks they can use me and fuck me around, i wouldnt wish it on my worst enemy
the emotional fucking rollercoaster isnt worth it
i dont know what it is about people
but i give my everything to my friends, and relationships
i should keep it all for myself.
you dont need it.
and obviously you never really wanted it.
thanks that was fun.
Times of great loss or personal failure break weaker people; but the strong of heart can bend with fate. To endure hard times - or even grow and benefit from them -it is essential to tap that deepest stratum of personal identity, that which is deeper even than fate, and which is incorruptible by even the harshest realities. It is essential, in other words, to tap the wellspring of human endurance: hope.
In a sense, there is no such thing as failure. There is only sweet and sour reality, and more is learned from the sour, oftentimes, than from the sweet. For failure, hard as it may be to swallow, opens the blinds to the real world, and reawakens the clarity of vision known only to those who have risked, and tasted, disappointment.
Keep in mind that failure - the final taboo in modern society - is but one part of the inevitable cycle of life for those who dare to live fully and completely. Never to fail at all is to fail in the biggest way - avoiding risk altogether, one cannot help but fall far short of what might have been.
