There's more to it than what actually meets the eye, a sentence probably
of least importance to many of us but so powerful in all it's words.
What's meant to be, is meant to be but what isn't meant to be, wouldn't
happen, irrespective of our thousand efforts. I'm probably not even
talking to the point, what's all this jumbled sentences that don't even
co relate to one another? Just my thoughts all in a confused state
spinning in my head. (Lol?). Anyway getting back to what I was saying,
sometimes you seek attention from the one you like/love, your family,
but their just not giving you it. Oh you know, I'm telling you what's
wrong, like putting it all in front of you, for you to open your God
damn eyes and see, but you're just not taking it! What a feeling that is
indeed. (Please note the horrible amount of sarcasm in the preceding
sentence, thanks.)
Undoubtedly I use his platform to vent my mixed feelings. When you spend a lot of time with a person, you eventually can judge whether they're genuinely beautiful or not and by beautiful I do not mean looks. At that point of time, you know whether the person really is beautiful or not. There's more to the world than just looks, otherwise no one would give a single damn about losing faith in humanity now would they? There's more to life than mini skirts, getting drunk, partying, bitching, making fun of others, beauty pageants. Because when you grow old, your looks are going to disappear eventually (unless you get a plastic surgery done, then again there's recession).
Someone would be sitting and crying for you to notice them and you don't even know about it, but you the one whose crying is too scared to even let open your feelings. So what exactly are you crying for? Is it that person fault that he/she doesn't notice you? It isn't love, it isn't, the person doesn't even know you're wasting your time on them. A lot of people think I'm pretty jobless, as they put it, to sit and construct a blog post, I for a matter of fact get that quite a lot, but not like it's affecting their lives is it? I'm not wasting your time, I'm wasting my own time. You probably make fun of what I write, think it's not worth your time to sit around and read a bunch of crap sentences, so don't. Am I forcefully asking you to do so?
And I would like to close by quoting something that will always remain with me, as John Green put it in his book 'Looking For Alaska'. "What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.” Does not relate to anything I've said about, but definitely has a lot of significance.
Undoubtedly I use his platform to vent my mixed feelings. When you spend a lot of time with a person, you eventually can judge whether they're genuinely beautiful or not and by beautiful I do not mean looks. At that point of time, you know whether the person really is beautiful or not. There's more to the world than just looks, otherwise no one would give a single damn about losing faith in humanity now would they? There's more to life than mini skirts, getting drunk, partying, bitching, making fun of others, beauty pageants. Because when you grow old, your looks are going to disappear eventually (unless you get a plastic surgery done, then again there's recession).
Someone would be sitting and crying for you to notice them and you don't even know about it, but you the one whose crying is too scared to even let open your feelings. So what exactly are you crying for? Is it that person fault that he/she doesn't notice you? It isn't love, it isn't, the person doesn't even know you're wasting your time on them. A lot of people think I'm pretty jobless, as they put it, to sit and construct a blog post, I for a matter of fact get that quite a lot, but not like it's affecting their lives is it? I'm not wasting your time, I'm wasting my own time. You probably make fun of what I write, think it's not worth your time to sit around and read a bunch of crap sentences, so don't. Am I forcefully asking you to do so?
And I would like to close by quoting something that will always remain with me, as John Green put it in his book 'Looking For Alaska'. "What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.” Does not relate to anything I've said about, but definitely has a lot of significance.
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