Sometimes I prefer nothing but the truth. Even if it hurts the hell out of you. Because I think that everyone deserves that. The truth.
Sometimes I feel that it is only because of hope I am holding on, that I am carrying through. Hope for a future. Hope for a future with happiness. Hope for something better. Hope for whatever. I
don’t know what this future holds for me & sometimes all I want is
to just give up. Its so tiring, to hope for something that might never
come true but its funny how time and time again I find myself hoping. Hoping isn't enough I guess. It's time for me to let it go, set it free, stop hoping and carry on with anything that I'm doing right now. I had enough, I am not going to wait anymore. You understand nothing.
Go get a knife and stab the heart, and fell the pain.
“We create first impressions based on the smallest
of things. A smile. A firm handshake. A friendly demeanor. But, humans
are layered. We lift veil after veil, and it’s only when we slip past a
smile and meander through our cortex that we find something that we can
truly call human. We’re built as natural defense mechanisms. We hide our
vulnerabilities and show strength with an upturned chin and a straight
gait, but which of us mean it? Which of us can keep our shoulders like
level weights without showing the vulnerability in our curves? We create
angles in our form. We’ll choose empowerment in the form of redwoods
instead of bending ourselves like boughs. We’re strong enough to hold an
ocean instead of admitting that we’re fragile enough to be swallowed by
the sea, and in that, I find humanity’s greatest flaw. We pretend to be
someone we’re not, although fragility is what makes us all beautiful.
We don suits and straighten our ties and walk around holding our
breaths, knowing that once we step into the safety of our homes, we’d
take off our skin and place them side-by-side next to our loafers. We
are who we are when we believe that no one’s looking, and in turn we’re
losing ourselves to what society is trying to mold us into. We’re told
to conform to a monochrome world instead of painting our skies the
colors we feel in. First impressions bother me because they’re nothing
but well-dressed lies. I’m not interested in who you are at first
glance. I’m not interested in the person that you claim to be. I only
want to know what color your seas are. I only want to know what you
bleed.”
Trust me.. I can take jokes, and I know how to be silly, but there’s a point when some things you say cross the line and end up being rude as fuck. Learn how to think before you speak. Do you not hear what you’re saying, or are you naturally that blunt? I don’t even know why I tolerate half the crap you’re constantly throwing at me. I may laugh and smile at it now, but I might not be so nice about it next time.