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i wrote/drew a secret to send to postsecret. i haven't mailed it yet though. i have a feeling that it will sit on the bottom of my purse forever, just like it's been sitting at the bottom of my heart and of my mind.
it amazes me how musically talented some people are. i wish i was that talented at something.
it's funny how the world works. how circumstances and people and time mold you into who you are.
i can't wait to get out of this place. but i love the people. i hate the place, i love the people. nothing's ever easy these days, nothing's ever simple. only the most complex things turn out to be simple. everything else is just in shades of grey. nature, love, music, all so complex and simple. i love them. they are life to me. everything else i have to deal with but wish, more than anything, that i could ignore them.
we always think that we
will find the secret code
that will fix everything
but you cannot wait around.
i believe in truth, but i hate it. i hate it and i love it. i hate it because i cannot deny it. because i cannot turn away from it. i love it because truth can be so, so beautiful and wonderful.
forewarning: i'm full of contradictions. i never make much sense.
music moves me. it manipulates my mood. isn't that strange.
i can't wait until my parents can't control me any longer. i can't wait. we are both blinded to the other side's argument's, and everything always ends in a stalemate. i can't wait until i don't have to choose between lies and trust, where i always choose the latter. to put it in blunt, childish terms, i can't wait until i can do what i want.
i believe the world is falling so rapidly in people's minds because they believe we are giving into our more barbaric, instinctual minds. i think they're right sometimes. basic, efficient communication that's no longer beautiful; satisfying every phsyical thirst; enjoying only basic tribal cadences and beats, forgetting the delicate notes and skill of a true performer. what happened? what triggered it?
but then there are people like my friends. those who appreciate what life at it's best really is.
i want to have a conversation with erin one day, on a porch, just looking out into the world with observant eyes. i think we'd have good conversations, if i could ever get over my habit of worrying what people think about me. i act different around different people. i hate it. i wish i didn't do it. but i can't help it.
i found out the other day that the reason almost everyone hates the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard (yeah, you're cringing just thinking about it, aren't you?) is because it's the exact same frequency as a sound that chimpanzees', monkeys', etc.'s (species that we evolved from)-- as their mothers make to warn their babies of danger. we hate it because, instinctually, it reminds us of danger. it's why most of us cringe when we hear it.
it amazes me how musically talented some people are. i wish i was that talented at something.
it's funny how the world works. how circumstances and people and time mold you into who you are.
i can't wait to get out of this place. but i love the people. i hate the place, i love the people. nothing's ever easy these days, nothing's ever simple. only the most complex things turn out to be simple. everything else is just in shades of grey. nature, love, music, all so complex and simple. i love them. they are life to me. everything else i have to deal with but wish, more than anything, that i could ignore them.
we always think that we
will find the secret code
that will fix everything
but you cannot wait around.
i believe in truth, but i hate it. i hate it and i love it. i hate it because i cannot deny it. because i cannot turn away from it. i love it because truth can be so, so beautiful and wonderful.
forewarning: i'm full of contradictions. i never make much sense.
music moves me. it manipulates my mood. isn't that strange.
i can't wait until my parents can't control me any longer. i can't wait. we are both blinded to the other side's argument's, and everything always ends in a stalemate. i can't wait until i don't have to choose between lies and trust, where i always choose the latter. to put it in blunt, childish terms, i can't wait until i can do what i want.
i believe the world is falling so rapidly in people's minds because they believe we are giving into our more barbaric, instinctual minds. i think they're right sometimes. basic, efficient communication that's no longer beautiful; satisfying every phsyical thirst; enjoying only basic tribal cadences and beats, forgetting the delicate notes and skill of a true performer. what happened? what triggered it?
but then there are people like my friends. those who appreciate what life at it's best really is.
i want to have a conversation with erin one day, on a porch, just looking out into the world with observant eyes. i think we'd have good conversations, if i could ever get over my habit of worrying what people think about me. i act different around different people. i hate it. i wish i didn't do it. but i can't help it.
i found out the other day that the reason almost everyone hates the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard (yeah, you're cringing just thinking about it, aren't you?) is because it's the exact same frequency as a sound that chimpanzees', monkeys', etc.'s (species that we evolved from)-- as their mothers make to warn their babies of danger. we hate it because, instinctually, it reminds us of danger. it's why most of us cringe when we hear it.