Sunday, September 09, 2007
listening to: set the fire to the third bar by snow patrol ft. martha wainwright.
i've given myself a week. one week to wallow in self-pity, one week to publicise my pining before it gets locked away and i attempt to never speak of it again. you, signifcant time, may join the ranks of my unspoken. it's not a goodbye at all, just a way to deal with it. privately, like how many people feel we should deal with these sorts of issues.
why would i want to say goodbye to that anyway. i discovered a better part of me (haha, kudos, brandon boyd) and though i don't know which way it's going to go, though i hope things only manage to improve with time, it's not completely up to me. you've got to work hard to earn your keep, and the question is am i ready to work hard?
my goals in life revolve around the four S words. Security, Stability, Safety and the fourth, which i'll leave up to your perverted lil' minds to imagine and contemplate about. and no, it's not
that, lordie. maybe i achieved my fourth "S", because it sure as hell seems like i did. i suppose only time will tell, being that elusive bitch that she is.
did you ever consider how you've affected somebody's life, no matter how small or great? i've always wondered whether they regret meeting me or regret not meeting me sooner, what they wished they said to me, or possibly in the case of some, didn't say at all. you hope to yourself that you changed them for the better, that you made their lives that bit more special and fulfilling for them to enjoy...
... jeeze, get a grip. the world doesn't revolve around you. ;p
happythoughtshappythoughtshappythoughtsandpositivethinkiiing.