While others dream, I excite.

When the drama subdues, I intend to fill my closet with many fabulous dresses.

We all  know that infatuation is not love.

But not like we notice; and in young teens, do we care?

It guilts me when I ask for more but a girl can dream.

I've been consistently satisfied with my variety of choices but on rare occasions, I want a little bit more.

Toning down it down for the pointlessly upbeat people.

And making rainbows out of puddles when life is at its dullest. 

Eternity is a long time.
But something close to that is nice.

You make each day harder to live when you look at me with those disappointed eyes.
How am I suppose to try harder when everything makes me try less?

How am I suppose to make a rainbow when you took away my crayons?

There is nothing wrong with letting words crawl out of your mouth and mind.
People just don't interpret it the same way your mind does.

So media translate our words into social language. 
You are not being changed by society; things are simply being translated.

I live each day knowing that there are people out there who hate me.

But I don't dwell on that; for long.

I survived high school and that is what counts.

So ready to cry.
While I adjust to a simple life, things tend to make me sad.

It would be so nice if you understood my serenity.

Because then, I could trust that you understand my words.

I'm not hunting for a partner.
I just don't want to be alone.

Masculinity is an attractive quality.

If only that existed without violent abuse and severe sexual flaunts.

When the world is in darkness, I shall be the light.

But when the world is shining brightly, my light appears like darkness.

When times get tough, we just have to stay strong.

There is always that one person who is preferred over you.

But that only means you are preferred over all others; what more can you ask for?

It's been about a year.

I miss you. I want you. I love you.

...are words I won't say; because then I will regret it.

Playful taunts come with limits. 

If your words are constantly offensive, you're asking to be ignored.

Calamity.
Get over it.

When we are sad, we don't show it.

Because we are better than those attention seekers.

I love reading about the perplexity of war.
But to discover that China and Vietnam are at conflict, I feel torn apart.
We should be better than war.

I have my bubble and you have yours. 
It's nice to step out for some fresh air (sometimes) but don't try to evade my space or it shall get messy.

The place I call my sanctuary is nothing great.

It has graffiti, bugs, bird poop and all but in my eyes it is a magnificent landscape that makes you feel like you are soaring through the skies.

Fighting for one's attention.
When we get it, do we still want it?

My heart aches every time they're in pain.

You don't simply forget the ones you have loved before because those feelings are still buried deep inside your heart.

While I hope to make it up to someone, I hurt another.

No matter how horrid I was, no matter how cruel I've been ...they still show me lingering emotions.

In the end, I am still a pushover.

I don't regret striving for perfection.

But I do regret giving up when I dropped below the line.

I like English. I like writing. 
It's tiring and all ...but the finish product is always mesmerizing.

...when I'm not forced to write anymore?

I think I'd lose a whole part of myself.

We all try to be that person who doesn't stay up thinking about what you said to them.

But in the end, words are still deadly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=fvwp&v=7OuAem1jEws
"Suicide is you quitting. Suicide is you not having enough respect for your own life."
Fucken listen to this guy. 
"It doesn't make sense how people have the courage to tie a knot and hang themselves but not the courage to stand up to bullies." 
"You life is full of opportunities; make the most of it. Suicide is not the answer."

Everyone should have a folder for achievements and a room filled with photos.

...Because when you look back at it, you'll remember that your life was and can be fulfilling.

I'm waiting for an opportunity; an opportunity for a new start.

It's a shame for me to wait but sometimes you can't help it.

..but then again, sometimes you can.

"Carpe Diem!" -Seize the day.
Seize the moment.
Delay the actions to your thoughts and forever regret. Want to try baking? Go shopping.

Want a job? Apply.

Don't let pretentious bitches get you down.
Since when were they worth it?

Times are always going to get tough.
"Don't cry; just say 'fuck you' and smile."

Bittersweet.
Bitter comes first and only through endurance that you may taste the sugary goodness.
Don't slack in life or forever regret living.

I want to go to Bali and attempt the experiences I saw in  photos.
Sometimes their happiness is worth an envy.

Remember to breathe.
I love you are words of "such sweet sorrow."

In need of a shoulder to lean on.
When you struggle through life, it'd be nice if someone was there for you.

Hindered efforts make me sad.

My eyes feel really uncomfortable; I have the need to cry.

The dynamic equilibrium.
Good things happen as well as bad things and I think that's fair so I attempt smiles even when I'm exhausted.

But in the end, I feel like the invisible one.
Small talk? ..only if I could. I don't want to be invisible.

Gifts. Time. Youth. Happiness. Warmth.
Sacrifices make life harder for me but sometimes they are worth it.

The difference between a serious relationship and marriage is money.
I just want cuddles on a couch with television. It sounds simple but it is quite the difficult combo.

Being a racist is not something you should be proud about.
They are born that way and there is no helping it yet you spit on their pride to summon a hint superiority. Shameful.

And why are openly racist people so offended when called a racist?!?

Losing a friend hurts.
But it's better for the both of us.

Then again, their importance is measured upon how long it hurts.

I despise those who laugh at the suffering of others. Finding humor from the less fortunate is despicable.

Whilst some like to wait around for the crescendo of their lives, I prefer to enjoy it as it is.
If I could do something about it, I'd be stupid if I waited for the so-called right moment.

Every moment is the right moment; it's what you make of it.

How can you write about love when you don't have it?
Love is not unique but it does tend to appear with its very own catwalk.

There's a thin line between guilt and everything else in the world.
Control your life, control yourself; but not others.

I am no longer a loser who pretends to understand when I obviously don't.
I cannot comprehend the idea of constant pretense.

If someone gave me advice without even the slightest bit of judgement, I'd be stupid not to listen to them.
I got butterflies that fluttered from my stomach to my heart; almost forgot what they felt like.

Listen to the absence of butterflies and you will know what to do.

I thought it was unfair for guys to be called players and yet girls get called sluts.
But now I know, a slut is a slut and there's no other way of explaining it.

Never seen my brother so broken over some bitch.

Being so blunt in general but a pushover when it comes to guys.
It's so hard to maintain a good friendship between a guy and a girl.

-He tends to leave when things don't work out too well for him.

I got sick of people coming and leaving as they please so I tried to hold on; for the better?