Bits and pieces

For the past few days my inner self been urging me to blog. It haven occur to me that this whole time my site been so dead or maybe it's existence shows little significance. Well but here I am, back to my little diary. I could have easily wrote an essay about my life but how do I start? Things happened. part of me wishing god's got my life planned out, I wished I could do more in the past haven felt I have lived life to the fullest. As old sayings, too much things yet to little time. Good & bad, gained some lose some. Grown much.

I think that the whole point of being with someone is so you can talk to them and let go of everything; and even when you're at your worst, they still like you, they still want to speak to you and care about you.

Get it right.

What have I done? I wish I could run. 
Away from this ship going under
Just trying to help, hurt everyone else
Now I feel the weight of the world is
On my shoulders

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just want to fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight

Can I start again with my faith shaken?
'Cause I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through this

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right

So I throw up my fist
Throw a punch in the air
And accept the truth, that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah, I'll send out a wish
Yeah, I'll send up a prayer
And finally, someone will see
How much I care

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight.

One makes mistakes, gets led astray, digresses. If one could see one’s crooked progress as a kind of experiment, without wishing for an impossible security – nothing interesting happens without daring – some kind of stillness might be attained. You can, of course, experiment with your own life. But maybe you shouldn’t do it with other people’s.

男人最骄傲的不是睡过多少女人，而是能有一个女人愿意让他睡一辈子。
女人最骄傲的不是拥有多少男人，而是她的男人愿意为他拒绝多少女人。

Doubt is to certainty as neurosis is to psychosis. The neurotic is in doubt and has fears about persons and things; the psychotic has convictions and makes claims about them. In short, the neurotic has problems, the psychotic has solutions.

I'm never your angel.

♥

There comes a point in life when fun no longer means clubbing, drinking, staying out till 4am or thinking about only myself first.
Fun means Disney movies, family dinners, bedtime stories, long cuddles, a messy house, sleeping by 10pm and hearing little voices say "I love you." ♥

My love, my life - my all ♥

I like a lot of things. Normal things, unusual thing. Thing people would never expect me to like. But out of all the things i like, good and bad, you know what i like the most?

The girl you called fat is struggling with anorexia,

the girl you called stupid has an learning disorder,

the girl you called annoying has abusive parents,

and the girl you just insulted cries because of you

theres always more to a person than meets the eye

She said that she wanted to get high. He took her to the tallest hill in town. She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink. He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said “drink up.” She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face. He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger. She said that she wanted to cut herself. He took a Polaroid of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up. She said that she wanted to see her blood. He took her to get her ears pierced. She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep. He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed. She said that she wanted to be alone. He gave her a name tag that said “My name is: Alone.” She said that she wanted to have someone there to take care of her, always. He asked when he wasn’t.