“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.”—Elizabeth Taylor (via anditslove)
Seasons pass, memories fade away. While leaves seems to fall, old thoughts dies off as new ones arrive just in time- for spring… From the roots to the trunk From the branch to the twig, which dwells on a unity. Pushed so far from the core. Civilization appears unobtainable. Ideas soon sprout, a new generation melts back into the ground. To start a belief. A perfect life. A welcoming home to all. But only after the summer is drilled down. And the snow tries to slaughter, this new life begins, as more leaves fall down to unify as one.
"It doesn’t matter now what happens, I will never give up the fight.
There is no way I will run away from all of my frights.
Long as the voice inside me says go, I will always keep on running.
There is no way to stop me from going to the very top.
Regardless that the chances of you reading this are slim to none, as well as that you honestly don’t seem to give a shit about me, I’m still going to keep this posted.
I’m not entirely sure where exactly to begin. I guess the fact that I literally mean nothing to you unless you need something from me (ie: money), or maybe that you only treat me like your sister when your drunk, bothers me. I’m so sick of you treating me like dirt, ignoring me, ostracizing me and using me. I’m done with this shit, all of it. I try to keep you in my life, I try to keep in contact, and I always lend out my hands when I see you in the dumps. No matter how much I care, you shun me and treat me as a bother to you, unless of course, you need a favor. Have you thought maybe just for one minute that I have feelings? Have you considered that the actions you take are just hurting yourself? You’ve pushed the people who love and care for you; both myself and your friends away, to isolate yourself to women who won’t ever dedicate their time to you. You waste your youth on fools who are never going to love you back. You let them step on your heart, while you hand them money, thinking you can buy their affection. Love doesn’t work like that. Love has nothing to do with the items you buy, or the attractions you take them to. I wish you could understand. You’re constantly in need of advice, but you’re to arrogant and cocky to take it. You wonder why you’ve lost contact with your old friends and family, but honestly you just need to accept the fact that everyone is just done. We’re done with the fact that every single word of advice we tell you just gets brushed off. Nobody wants to help someone who doesn’t bother to even help themselves. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be harsh, but nothing ever gets through to you. I still may be young, but at least I can dictate what’s best for me, and how I can grow from my mistakes. I’m obviously not perfect, and I continuously fuck up, the key is to take the time to make things right with yourself before you can to get better. To be honest, I really don’t care to talk to you unless you’ve changed. Until you realize that you need to take care of yourself and be happy with yourself, instead of trying to gain the affection of others who don’t matter, I really don’t give shit. All you’re doing is hurting me, when I lend out a hand, you just slap it away. I get excited when you promise to spend time with me, then ignore calls. I’m done. This person you’ve become after Basic has been cocky and rude. As far as I’m concerned, in the condition you’re in, you’re not worth it. I love you and always will, but I’m sorry, I refuse to let you treat me like this.