We'll write a new story; our own.
Everyone has always dreamed about being famous one day whether it's being a singer, an actor, a model, a mogul. Successful has been the most common answer to the question "What do you want to be in the future?". I've had those dreams. Those little fantasies about being beautiful, rich and successful. But that's all they are; imaginary. I guess I've always wanted to try being an actor or a model because that occupation allows you to become someone else. It allows you to mold a character out of mere ideas and words. For a period of time you can be someone other than you and not worry about what others think and that's the beauty of it. You can be someone else.
For one day, I could pretend that I was rich.
For one day, I could pretend that I'm a princess.
For one day, I could pretend that everything was okay.
I love watching movies and shows because they're so multi-dimensional. Most of the time you get to see things from a third person's point of view seeing what other characters talk about behind the lead's back. Its the kind of thing you wish you had in reality. Being able to have that bird's eye view of your life.
Maybe then I could see what sorry state I've gotten myself into. Maybe only then can I fully and complete wake up to smell the air and sense the danger in it. Each day, nearer and nearer to the edge. Each day, losing even more, losing everything, nothing, anything.
Temporary Highs, do you love them or hate them?
I hate it, it leaves me feeling even worse than before thanks to its juxtaposition between depression and bliss. There has got to be something more than that. Someday, I'll feel that content, that satisfaction. That feeling that will last knowing that whatever happens at the end of the day I'll be just fine.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy because the only reason I want to love is so I can experience the hurt that comes with it. I gladly accept the pain that comes with it. I think I'm nuts on so many levels. I'd gladly let a guy go if he truly loves another girl. I don't know. Sometimes I purposely go searching for angst-ridden stories because I feel that the pain that comes with it is a pain that's worth feeling, that's worth enduring, that will make a person stronger than before.
Passion, what's my passion?
Ever since attending that personal statement talk I've been looking for an answer. Seems like everything I worked so hard towards in those few days was shot down once again by that short little question. To me, having passion for something is to be so enthusiastic about it and to love it so much that it doesn't matter what you go through as long as you're doing that.
& I just, I don't know anymore.
I wish I did, but I don't .
For one day, I could pretend that I was rich.
For one day, I could pretend that I'm a princess.
For one day, I could pretend that everything was okay.
I love watching movies and shows because they're so multi-dimensional. Most of the time you get to see things from a third person's point of view seeing what other characters talk about behind the lead's back. Its the kind of thing you wish you had in reality. Being able to have that bird's eye view of your life.
Maybe then I could see what sorry state I've gotten myself into. Maybe only then can I fully and complete wake up to smell the air and sense the danger in it. Each day, nearer and nearer to the edge. Each day, losing even more, losing everything, nothing, anything.
Temporary Highs, do you love them or hate them?
I hate it, it leaves me feeling even worse than before thanks to its juxtaposition between depression and bliss. There has got to be something more than that. Someday, I'll feel that content, that satisfaction. That feeling that will last knowing that whatever happens at the end of the day I'll be just fine.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy because the only reason I want to love is so I can experience the hurt that comes with it. I gladly accept the pain that comes with it. I think I'm nuts on so many levels. I'd gladly let a guy go if he truly loves another girl. I don't know. Sometimes I purposely go searching for angst-ridden stories because I feel that the pain that comes with it is a pain that's worth feeling, that's worth enduring, that will make a person stronger than before.
Passion, what's my passion?
Ever since attending that personal statement talk I've been looking for an answer. Seems like everything I worked so hard towards in those few days was shot down once again by that short little question. To me, having passion for something is to be so enthusiastic about it and to love it so much that it doesn't matter what you go through as long as you're doing that.
& I just, I don't know anymore.
I wish I did, but I don't .