Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Wednesday 20 October 2010
Please.
Can someone please tell the past that that's the only place it belongs.
The past is the oly place where it belongs, leaving its purpose there, its deeds completed. But its memories are the ones that return time and time again, seeking new paths to fulfil fate and prove reason. Trust your instincts, from both mind and heart. (:
What past? I'm not sure theres conclusive proof that it ever existed at all :).
ReplyDeleteand not in my mind! yesss!
ReplyDelete<3 For you, suuure :)
ReplyDeletejust, yes.
ReplyDeletei wish it would stay there, but it has a terrible habit of coming back.
xox
The past is the oly place where it belongs, leaving its purpose there, its deeds completed. But its memories are the ones that return time and time again, seeking new paths to fulfil fate and prove reason.
ReplyDeleteTrust your instincts, from both mind and heart. (:
Seriously! Somehow it always peeks into the now though.
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