Pricked and wounded
Friends are like the thorns on a rose. They reflect beauty, they guard the rose when it’s too late.. you can’t really depend on them to do much else but hurt you and make you bleed though.
Surprise! Web of lies.
I loathe, I don’t hate, I don’t despise.. I loathe those people in life that seem to feel they need to lie and create these horrible situations in where they’re life ends up being miserable.
Clearly, don’t get me wrong.. They’ve got issues. In their head.
Think about all the people in the world that have been raped, that have had their drink spiked, that have had their best friend commit suicide, that do have depression, that have tried to kill themselves.
These people are the ones with problems. These people bottle it all up, until boom! It all explodes and ruins they’re perfect day, their job, their facade of being ok.
So when then, is the line? When has it become ok in society for someone to tell a life changing lie. Because this is what were talking about. None of this white lie shit. These are cold, hard, life changing lies. Ones that are entrapped by webs. One lie leads to another to another to another, then when do the lies stop? When does the truth actually come out?
Do you lie about a miscarriage because the pregnancy never happened?
When has that ever been morally ok?
Never is the answer. It has never, and never will be morally ok.
Powderfinger -the Australian band
They posed the right questions when they challenged the world with statements like ;
Who’s gonna bring you round ?
Who’s gonna let you sleep ?
Who’s gonna break your frown ?
Who’s gonna fall down at your feet ?
Nobody knows just how it feels today;
Nobody sees how our heart breaks.
The Tangential: Hardships of a Preschool Guinea Pig: An Open Letter
Hello, Miss.
As you may have noticed, I am gone. I have left you with my most treasured belonging—my igloo house. Do not panic; I can explain.
When I received my doctorate degree from Cuy University two years ago, I was recruited by the temporary agency, P.E.T. Smart. It was through them…
Moral judgement hour
Morally, it’s wrong to leave someone in lust after you if all you’re intentions are to squash them like an ant.. Right?
So, hypothetically speaking here of course.. a romantic weekend between to ex lovers would just be asking for trouble.. Or maybe it’s trouble she’s after, she craves the drama after all.. Morally it’s wrong, for her desperate cry for attention from the world, it’s right.
You’re judgement has been passed, you’re a horrible attention seeking whore.
Truth hurts doesn’t it.
i can feel it every time i inhale and it feels so fucking good. i just can’t believe i let this feeling go for as long as i had. the beautiful realization: everything that ever was just is. a mesh of everything i’d ever said combined with everything i’d ever wanted to say formed seven perfect words. “i feel so fucking good right now.”
thank you, universe. thank you.
Life.
The joys..
Of being anonymous is that although it’s not much different to my everyday life, now my complaints, secrets, opinions can be voiced with or without judgement and without affecting my place in society. Everything has a beginning, and this is the start of my blog - and of my anon.
