Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out...

Sunday, April 11, 2010



So, when you write something... a general (not so nice) statement that's not directed at anyone, and someone assumes it's about them, what do you do? Don't expect me to say 'I'm sorry.' I mean, obviously you have a guilty conscience to think it's about you in the first place. And what about a statement that is nice? Who are you to assume that it's about you? Maybe you should reevaluate yourself and the role you play in my life.

I hate when people make assumptions. It's one of the things that bother me more than anything. I wish that instead of assuming something and making yourself crazy, and annoying the ever-living shit out of me, you'd just ask. Nine out of ten times I make random statements and they're not about anyone.

Stop being so conceited. The world doesn't revolve around you, and neither do I.


Tuesday, April 6, 2010



Some friends tend to come with an expiration date. You know exactly what I mean too. There are some people you're friends with for a certain period of time, and then they disappear. You never talk to them or hear from them again. They just vanish. Their loss.

Then there are friends that are drifters. They drift in and out of your life here and there. Some of them are really good about being around when you need them, and some come around when you really wish they wouldn't. What can you do? Sometimes you're lucky, sometimes you're not.

And then there are those friends that are... a constant. Though you may not see them as often as you like, they're always connected to you somehow. You never go too long without some kind of communication. And even if you don't get to see them regularly, when you do, it's like no time has passed at all. Those are the ones you should pay extra attention to (not that all of your friends shouldn't be appreciated). Those are the ones that will always be there for you, no matter what happens, no matter how much time passes, and no matter what you do.

Make sure you pay attention.

Sunday, April 4, 2010


I'm Selfish...

I'm selfish, and to tell you the truth, I really don't care. I don't care if that makes me seem like a bad person, or if you think I'm not nice, or whatever else might cross your mind. I think I've spent enough time worrying about other people and doing things for other people that I deserve to be selfish.

If you disagree, well it doesn't matter if you disagree.

I'm also tired of being nice. I'm tired of being nice when really, deep inside, I want to scream and punch you in the face. You, of course, being a specific person. I am, for the most part, a nice person. If you push me far enough though, I snap. And lately, I'm teetering on that fine line between nice, and not so nice.

I mean honestly, the mere thought of certain (and recent) events make me really angry. And then the fact that I get so angry makes me even more angry because it's so stupid and so ridiculous that these things shouldn't even be bothering me. Yet, somehow I still manage to let them. I think the main reason why I let them bother me is because a certain someone doesn't understand why I'm mad and why I feel the way I do. And because of that I go over the situation in my head again because maybe I'm overreacting. Then, like always, I come to the conclusion that I'm not, but at that point I'm already angry. It's a vicious, vicious cycle I tell you. Vicious.

I'm sure this only makes sense to a handful of people, and that's OK.

Anyway, simply stated: Don't fall in love with me.

If I've warned you once, I've warned you a hundred times.

Saturday, April 3, 2010



It's hard to watch someone you love make a mistake. It's even harder not to say something. So what do you do? You could go ahead and open your mouth, but what's the point? I mean sure, it might make you feel better, but they won't hear you. If someone is set on doing something, what you say doesn't matter. And rightfully so I suppose. You can't learn a lesson on your own if you don't make a mistake on your own.

I would know. Trust me.

So, as hard as it might be, you just have to watch. Show support. Stock up on some tissues. And in the end, hold off on the 'I told you so'.

After all : You can't learn a lesson from a mistake that you haven't made.


The calm after the storm...

Things can get out of hand very quickly. Sometimes you don't even see it happening until you're in a whirlwind of mistakes and regrets. As terrible as that may seem, if you just remember that that moment can't last forever-you'll be OK. That storm will pass just like every one before it.

In the end, everything is OK. If it's not OK, well, it's not the end.

Eventually everything will quiet down and you'll only be able to hear the subtle whisper of the wind, and the waves quietly brushing up against the shore.

Just hold on.