Thursday, 8 July 2010


It is so easy to make yourself feel that the thoughts in your head are irrelevant, the tears down your face ridiculous, and the numbness in your heart insanity.
It is so easy to repeat to yourself that it is temporary, that it is irrelevant, that you don’t care, that you are amazing, untouchable.
But it is so hard to really believe those things, for them to really sink in and make themselves at home in your pores, in your fingertips, in your actions.
How often are your words of motivation false? Arisen from fear, from doubting.
How often is your confidence genuine? Not convincing, hoping, cloying.
Someone once told me everything in life is misunderstandings, no one really knows.
No one can ever really feel.
Always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves.
How could you assume to know what someone else is thinking? Why would you even try?
Do you even know what you yourself is thinking, or why?

1 comment:

  1. I've always wondered if your life would be any easier if you had the looks, the money and the friends but I have to say that I don't know if I would like it. I mean, if you have the money you can easily go buy what ever you like to and honestly I like the feeling I have when I've worked hard to get the money.

    I'm starting to appreciate my life just the way it is, and maybe it isn't as bad as people think to have less money. You learn to take care of yourself in a completely different way.