Fix Yourself.

Gotta live, gotta learn
Know your weaknesses and overcome 'em unless you wanna be at a mercy of your own doing.
And only by your undoing will you be able to succeed. Fix it. Fix yourself.
'Cause the only thing you can change in this crazy world is you.
You are your own enemy.
One that must be conquered and controlled.
Do yourself a favor and don't screw yourself over.
'Cause in the end, you have only yourself to blame.

So suck it up and fix yourself. You know what's wrong, you know what it takes.
Lemme tell ya somethin' honey, it ain't easy, but it ain't impossible.
Take a shot.

One day I shall explode.

The strange sensations of my heart
Pulling me down, down, down...
It gets heavier and heavier
Every day, every night...
It feels as though I am dragging something along with me
What is it?
Problems I don't want to touch
things shoved in the back of the closet that is my mind...
Heart break. Disappointment. Jealousy.
Fantasies that will stay fantasies
...And the realization that I'm not enough.
Not enough.
So one day.
I shall explode.
And all the people who have known me will cry and mourn for my sake.
And they'll get over it.
Quickly.

Leftovers.

It's hard to appreciate the things that I have when I don't like what I have. For exmaple there is the thing called food. Food is good and when prepared properly, it can be one of the most amazing things to ever experience. However, this is not a perfect world so unfortunately there are those rare unfortunate times when a lack of love is created. This is exibited in the leftover noodles that I had for dinner today. They were soggy and gross. When they were first freshly made yesterday, they were alright but only alright because I had had them for the past two weeks. This morning I had packed them for lunch and had not finished the entire meal therefore I was forced to microwave it for a second time and torture my esophagus with it for dinner. It was revolting. But having being raised by people who have literally starved in their life before, the guilt that would have appeared was a worse endeavor. Still...nothing's worse than the feeling of food that's on the brink of going bad in your mouth. Eugh.

7:26 am

Tired. But that moment still comes no matter what happens. Never failing to arrive, never hesitating to interrupt the peace. I unwillingly wake up and I am greeted by a dark, dreary Surrey morning. The sound of the rain, the darkness of my room, and the warmth of my bed all work to try and lull me back to the dreams I had left only minutes before.

Take a Break. Have a Laugh. At Me.

COME TO MEEE!!!!!

ode to a snow day.

Oh, Snow...
How pretty is thee, how awesome, how fantabulous...
You make funny noises when stepped on,
The blanket of white,
I don't know what say...
mais toute je sais est tu es merveilleux...