I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
This will serve as my outlet and where I shall vent. This is also a place for my ramblings and my interests. I will post whatever tickles my fancy, catches my eye and flips my ship. My blog is never consistent; but expect rants, thoughts and pictures. Pictures aren't mine unless stated.
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I’m tired of hiding behind this synthetic smile.
I constantly see people genuinely smiling. You can just tell how happy they are. It’s like there’s a beams of light shining through them; you can see it from their gestures, you can see it from their eyes, you can see it from their smile.
I sit helplessly alone, glancing around at all the bright lights dancing around me. I’m the glum stray among the group. I just need something to genuinely smile about.
I blame you for this. This is your fault. I worked so hard to finally allow myself to trust you, only to have you it rip apart to shreds. It takes a long time to gain trust, but only seconds to break it and forever to gain it back. I’m tired of being lied to. I’m tired of people thinking I can’t handle the truth because maybe it’ll hurt too damn much. Sure, it will hurt - maybe a little, maybe a lot. But you know what? At least you were telling the truth. I have much more respect for people that are more blunt and truthful than people that have to hide behind lies to get away with things. Think about how harder it is for me to have to deal with thinking what you said was you being honest when it all a complete lie to begin with. Now, you’d have to deal with twice the anger than you could’ve gotten if you could have told the truth from the start. No more sugarcoating. Please.
