am I awake?!!? I usually can’t stay up this late when I’m trying my darndest.
I’m sitting here telling myself how tomorrow is going to be a DOSOMETHING day, as in:
____ study for micro, clean/rearrange my room, bike ride, write, and begin a painting…
and then I’m also knowing I’m going to sleep in until noon, watch Bill Maher have three cups of coffee paint my nails sit in my sweats wish I would’ve done more, and then get drunk.
well, that’s what Saturdays are for though, right?
I’m finding more reasons to support the concept
that it can be awfully selfish
to always be honest.
And I don’t mean that we should lie more—
only that some things need not be told
(even when someone thinks they should or need to know.)
I don’t support “lying by omission”
but sometimes an answer of silence should suffice.
________________________ .
I’m keeping a secret from myself, and maybe if I can decode the reflections of my irises than I’d reveal myself to me.
it is so easy to forget that pain is an unavoidable part of life; spending so much time running away, avoiding at all costs, you can lead yourself to believe you’ll never have to hurt again. in dancing around it, denying its inevitability, the dance itself has become painful— with the soles of my feet hurting I can see that the fire that could eventually consume me has grown. easy to forget that every person on this planet has experienced love and lost it, at least once; has been less fortunate than I and had less support and love to fall back on. I am intelligent and capable. what I want, what I can do, is to become a better person every day. to learn more every day, to love more every day.
