- Pick up new hobbies
- Fulfill your wanderlust
- Meet new people
- Learn a new language/ upgrade a currently known language
- Keep clear of all dramas as much as possible
- Buy pretty things to make yourself look pretty
- Believe in something
- Remind yourself of good things in life i.e. friends
I never wanted to go, I did because I don’t know what you want and I didn’t want to let you abandon me the way you did before.
I still don’t want to, I still don’t know if you do.
And I hate how you never once fought for me to stay.
Because you still mean a lot to me.
(Source: where-my-empty-heart-goes, via poetryandfingerprints)
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(Source: aloha-bab3, via twostoneslimmer)
I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain
outside my window will suffice for tonight.
I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore;
Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental
with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside.
I’ve saved up enough money to disappear.
I’ve forgotten almost everything about you already, except that
your skin was soft..
One day, I’ll be leaving this for you.
(Source: commovente, via rainydayrunner)
I like thinking that I’m happy. And I like sitting here writing about nothing. I wish that could make me a living, but it obviously cannot. I guess I could write for a living, but not about nothing; not like this.
Your words make me. They make me happy or sad; rather, the lack of it makes me sad. This post was never meant to be about you at all, but it seems like you occupy my thoughts so much that everything in my life has an element of you, even the most mundane thoughts.
I thrive on reading about the life of others, especially if they hold a tinge of melancholy. I guess I’m a sadist like that. And maybe that’s why I like to keep my life on the edge of misery, or maybe I really don’t have a choice on that matter - I’m really just usually sad, even on good days.
I like talking to myself, or to no one in particular, like now. That’s partly because nothing I say actually makes a lot of sense, nor would likely matter much to anyone, including myself. I just like to let my train of thoughts flow, and that makes me happy. In essence, wasting time doing nothing productive makes me happy. I guess everything that actually matters in life, like work (or you), makes me a little bit sad.
One would say I’m strange, or weird; I prefer the word “free-spirited”.
I would like to travel the world, see things, experience people, and live life free of obligations - we all know the impossibility of that dream until you are about 65 and rich.
Right now, I’m sitting in my cubicle procrastinating a tedious proposal by writing this meaningless entry while eating walnuts. I have to say, walnuts really look like the birdeye view of brains.
The time now (or, in a few minutes’ time) is 11:11, and I wish that you would love me, and love me like you have loved nobody.
(Source: zoeclaudia, via twostoneslimmer)
Grammar class
Journalism class
Dark Room course
Malay class
Breaking up =\= having someone new; some people would actually rather be single than be with you. [“You cannot be with her, but you don’t want to be with me either?” “Yes.” - dialogue between Mrs and Mr Gullimaud, M.Butterfly]
Being childish (yes, the term is ‘childish’, not ‘a kid’ - you’re not a young goat -_-) is not you having emotions, it’s you reacting the retarded way you do to those emotions. No, you don’t have to hide them or pretend that you’re ok all the time, but you can try not to insist on harassing the subject of your unrequited love. I don’t pretend to be an expert on maturity, but looking at your behaviour, anyone can tell you’re a child.
If someone repeatedly tells you that she doesn’t want to meet you, you can stop confirming it every few days. She doesn’t want to meet you, go away.
Also, to save everyone’s time, and for sanity sake, please have an agenda in mind when you bring up a topic; say what you want to get out of the conversation and get your point across concisely.
Seriously though, if you can (can, for the love of Christ, not could) understand even half of the above rant, you probably have half a brain and can comprehend English well enough, and we probably wouldn’t have had to come to this. So I guess my efforts are wasted.
One last thing, not every comment on earth is about you. If you think this post is about you, you’ve proven my point.
