Confusion !

Some days I just don’t know what to do with life. Listen to what we’re told about it? Every piece of advice I recieve is conflicting with what someone else says. It’s hard to form your own opinions when there are other, “right” ones being forced down your throat. So here are some thoughts.
What is the point of being so cautious if you only get to live life once? I understand general common sense and a little bit of worry is a good thing, but if we’re constantly concerned about what could go wrong, I feel like you miss out on a lot of fun opportunities. My mother says otherwise :S. I think to myself that I don’t want any regrets.
So is being a little bit of a rebel okay?
What really makes you happy? I’m not a generally happy person by nature, so I have difficulty answering this question. I haven’t found anything that I wholeheartedly desire to pursue.
By my exhausting rambling, I guess I’m just trying to “search for man’s purpose.” To be honest, I don’t think there actually is one, but one must make their own purpose in life. The issue, of course, is finding it.

Think of me

Think of me. Of our yesterday’s happiness. Bitterness gone. To be bitter is to forget. To ruin what we had. I am not bitter. We loved. We lost. It’s simple. I choose to be happy. Choose the same.

Think of me. I’ll think of you. We will never lose each other, just be separated by time. And that’s okay. Everything will be okay. I promise. You promised.

Think of me. Imperfect. The good. The bad. How I was. How we were. Then, let me go. Let me be a memory. You are a memory.

Think of me. On a beautiful day. Wish I am there. I will be. Together again in a memory. Untainted. Perfection. Forever.

Emotionally retarded...

So I realized something you should know: we don’t have a conventional relationship.

It’s very planned, we know when we’ll see each other and what we will do when we see each other.
We have hurt each other. You have hurt me and not even known. We will hurt each other again.
But you have also helped me more then I will ever let you know, because I don’t want to let you have even more power over me.
We get confused and upset and say things we shouldn’t…..and, more often, don’t say things we should.
But I love you.


And not in the kinda first sight, butterfly, heart racing way.


When I first met you the ground didn’t tremble and my hands didn’t shake. There was no grand gesture, shakespearean sonnet type moment. No. There was slowness and a cautiousness, almost an unwillingness on both our parts.
Life is easier without love. Being self sufficient is easy. Being in love is hard. And dangerous. Very very dangerous.


Sometimes things that start slow last longer, grow stronger and have deeper roots. And at least its real. And as you have told me before, our relationship is younger than we think it is. And who knows, it could fall apart at any stage but untill then I will promise you something (the idea of which I may have borrowed from Bob Marley)


You may not be my first or my last, you cannot be my only, it’s too late for that…
I loved before and if you leave me I will love again.
I’m not perfect, you aren’t either, and the two of us will never be perfect together – but if i can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, then admit its rare. Admit its love. Admit you should hold onto me.


I may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but I have given you a part of me that i know you can break. So don’t hurt me, don’t change me in a bad way, smile when I make you happy, let me know 


when I make you mad, and miss me when i’m not there
In return, you get me. I’m damaged goods. But I’m yours.