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The bad in meIt's amazing how some people bring out the worst in you.
I think at some point everyone feels like that about someone.
And it's hideous when it happens because you end up doing stuff you could never imagine yourself doing.
The thing one must do is to identify those people and stay away from them as much as possible, otherwise bad things will happen and people, possibly the one that brings out the bad in you, will get hurt.
And even though you know that person has a nasty effect on you there is no wish to hurt them because it is not necessarily their fault. It's just the combination... It doesn't work, it's explosive in the worst possible sense!
Or am I the only one who feels this is true?
Mixed feelingsI feel lonely, I miss having a special someone. Yet I feel like hitting on every cute girl I see, because I had a special someone for so long that somehow I feel I missed out on something. I feel like an idiot because, in fact, when I had a special someone I was part of something larger, much harder to achieve than fortuitous dates with random cute girls.
I feel like I can't make up my mind about what I want, I feel I deserve more than what I have now but I am uncertain what more is exactly.
I feel like postponing any choice and yet by doing so I'm making a choice. I'm choosing to live in the now, for now, and I choose to enjoy the presence of those who choose to be here with me, knowing that the only certain thing is the uncertainty of what's to follow.
At least that's what I think I feel...
Logic in people's thoughtsSometimes it is near impossible.
I was asked by one person to omit that I was going out with another person.
This all came about when I was telling that first person my plans for the evening. I said something like "I'm going out with so and so, dinner and a movie" and the reply was "Why would you tell me that?" and I said "Why wouldn't I?"
What sense does that make? Why would you ask anyone to fool you? Are people so used to being lied to that they actually think it's best? I know I don't wanna be lied to!
Then I was told I wouldn't have to lie, I could just omit it.. What? In my opinion a conscious omission is the same as a lie. I can't do it, if people can't the truth then they shouldn't be around me.
Figuring out what you wantIt isn't easy. There are always so many good choices, so many pros and cons you have to be aware of. I've made choices and changed my mind 5 minutes later...
There is something scary about making a certain choice, I can't help but wonder about all the things I'll miss out on because I made that choice in particular and not another... It has happened to me before, missing out on stuff I mean. But then again I was getting something special that I wouldn't have gotten had I not made that choice. I guess if you keep putting off choices like that you'll be putting off life as well.
The fact is that some things are so clear that there is really no choice to make, but lately I haven't found that.
I am a summer personI have no doubts. I love everything about summer: the long days, the heat, that thin layer of sweat over the skin when you're lying on the beach, the fact that you wear more casual clothes or simply less clothes, going to the beach or a swimming pool, eating lots of ice cream, riding my motorcycle with the sun in my face, sitting in the cafe having some cold beers with my friends, being on holidays long enough to forget (at least momentarily) that work exists, or when I'm working knowing that because it's summer I can still go enjoy the sun and the water at the beach from 6pm until 8pm at least.
Don't you love it?
Ever wished upon a star?I have, and just the other day I saw one, but something happened. I wasn't sure what to wish for and before I knew it the star was gone and the time for my wish had passed.
People are often like shooting stars. They come into your life with a flash of briliance, leaving you gasping for air in wonder, but if you don't do anything they'll keep going on their way and eventually fade from your life, leaving little memory of their passing.
Well now I know what I want and I'm gonna grab that oportunity, take the leap, make that wish and hope it all goes for the best.
Could I write a book?I think writing a book is like being in a long relationship. It's all wonderful and the story is captivating until you run out of ideas or the ones you have lead down a path you don't want to go.
And if either of those happen can you turn it around?
I guess that's what sorts the good writers from the bad ones, the ability to keep the story going and keep it interesting, through thick and thin, no matter how long the book actually is.
I think so far I am still a mediocre writer, I have much to learn.
I'm not sleepyIt's past 2 am once again and yet the Sand Man hasn't come calling... once again. That bloody idiot only seems to show when I don't want him to.
Isn't it stupid that he's not around when I go to bed but he's always there in the morning saying "Sorry I was late last night bro... I'll keep you company now, is that cool?"
I look at him sideways and say "Go screw yourself BRO!" and I get up and go about my day.
I make mistakesIt's unfortunate but oh so very true,
That my mistakes haunt me the way they do.
I thought there would come a day
When with great joy I'd be able to say:
"No more mistakes shall I make starting today!"
Yet now I realise that day shall never come
And somehow that thought does not leave me undone.
There will be moments of drunkenness that I should have been sober,
There will be lines drawn that I will dare to cross over,
There will be people I trust to soon and that will screw me over.
Does making a mistake mean you were wrong?
Not always, for some mistakes bring good things along,
They make you think they were ment to be made.
The important thing is not to let the memories of our mistakes fade,
For some day in our future those mistakes may come to our aid.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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