Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and don't live to be but before you start pointing fingers. Make sure your hands are CLEAN.

I forgot how shallow some people can be to the point where they refuse to even for a split second try to contemplate anything other than what is going on in that pathetic head of theirs. I don't care how shit you feel inside, that gives no one the right to be an evil person or an ugly person to others. I've felt lower than you can imagine countlessly in the past and during those times I never once believed that warranted me to treat people like shit. Being judgmental, and putting people down is abusive and that is seriously fucked if you decide to live your life like that. How some people treat individuals they're supposed to care about that way I will never understand. Or how some people treat random people they don't even know like that is also fucking ridiculous. Why do people care what others are doing if it doesn't affect them? I do not understand. Who gives a shit. Just live your own life and if you haven't got anything nice to say then don't fucking open your poisoned mouth to the world.

No one ever really understands because they aren't you.
Lesson learnt.

Daisies are the greatest.

I've been feeling the whole 'your days are numbered' thing really strongly lately which has stopped me from holding back anything I maybe would have a few months ago. I really could not care less about anything that won't matter in a few years. What's the point in wasting energy on these stupid things? I'm trying to be better...I hope I'm being better. I don't know. There is a whole lot that I have no idea about but there's also a whole lot of things that are so clear to me lately.

Why can't you see with my hands holding your eyes open.

Thanks to Peter for showing me this song :)

"I Can Barely Breathe"

When the dark flood came
we wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket
citing different opinions
on whether we should move

when the houses came
they ate up everyone like they were fishes
saying, "come on, come on
its the end of the world"

and then I saw your face
you're turning skin into a dirty secret
I watched the beauties, watched the fire
and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes

when I took the blame
we layed in ruins trying to quote your phrase
we're yelling, "someone's got the answers,
but I'd rather think there's nothing to be found"

if you knew I was dying would it change you?

So when you see me falling backwards down the wall that says I'm still alive,
don't be cautious when I'm cautiously approaching on the other side
everybody has their reasons, that's the reason we're all going to die

because if seeing is believing,
then believe that we have lost our eyes

when I fly solo, I fly so high
don't touch me now.

We all deserve something

I'm not running away anymore.

I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her

Big smiles today.

“Not doing” is a form of doing. And what you’ve done is choose to do nothing. And that’s what you’ll get—nothing.

I want to go here

Or somewhere just as pretty.

Why are things so different at night?

I get the point, I always seem to.

I should be doing uni work, I've got a 2500 word research essay due by Thursday and a presentation to prepare for on Friday but as per usual I'm procrastinating. Instead I'm listening to Hey Monday while I look up random artsy photos that people have posted online. I guess I'm benefiting from doing this - I'm in a good mood so would this really be classified as 'time wasting'? Who knows, I don't really care. I'll get it all done eventually. Maybe I'm wasting your time by you reading this? That's your choice though so I don't care about that either!

Anyway, I've been doing a lot of thinking about this year and a few weeks ago I said something that was a bit like this;
'I've done nothing all year, what's even happened this year?', and at that moment because I felt like shit I actually believed that statement. I was in a place that blinded me from seeing all of this years accomplishments.

On the weekend I was doing a personality quiz on my dad's iphone and a question came up that asked me if I was an achiever. I asked my dad what he thought and before he could answer I said that I had no idea, and then my auntie jumped into the conversation and said 'no you're not a high achiever' or something rather. I was kind of shocked at that statement so I decided to walk away and think about it. When I left I answered the iphone question with a yes. Just because I haven't achieved anything that other people would be proud of me for, it doesn't mean I haven't achieved anything at all. There's so much people don't know and with that statement I thought wow, she really doesn't know me at all.

I'm sure if every single person in the world thought about who they were at the start of the year and compared it to who they are today, they would be shocked at how much they've changed or how far they've come. Not everyone would have changed for the better though, but I feel like I've learned so much and even if I haven't achieved anything that people wouldn't consider worthy of an achievement, it's okay because I know what I've accomplished.

Credits to Armarin!

The Myriad - We will be disappointed together.

I’m waiting with my arms up high
My eyes pulled tight to lines of worry
That you won’t meet me here tonight
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at nothing?
Am I reaching enough?
Am I reaching at all?
Tonight we will be disappointed together
This sickness for you hands abounding
Like some holy disease
A perfect symphony resounding

:)

I know, things aren't quite like what they used to be

Between the trees - Scarecrow

'The reason I practice positivity is because there is no reason not to.
This life is literally exactly what you make it.

You can look up, or you can look down.
I choose to always looks up.
I smile instead of frown.

If you put off positive energy;
then it will come back.'

- Christofer Drew

Middle of the night thoughts

It shocks me how some people can't see how beautiful they really are, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes for just a moment.

Lately it's been easier not to speak through words but through gestures.

Why do people care SO much about how others live their lives? They should just focus on themselves and how they are living.

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.

I sometimes wish someone would fight for me.

I hate that so much love is wasted each day. I hate how that statement doesn't really count for much to some people now days.