Pounding headache
Blood pumping through the veins in my head
Heart pumping blood through the veins in my head
Heart that feels slightly compressed, slightly distorted and heavy tonight.
Memories affect
Memories affect feelings
Having memories affects feelings
Not having memories...
Is not even a sane possibility.
Perhaps forgetting is the clue.
Perhaps letting bygones be bygones is the only way of making the headache-heartache go away.
But bygones have made me who I am.
Because of my past, I am my present, and imagine my future.
Because of bygones I'm stronger, more experienced, and attempt to be better.
Because of bygones I still cry in memories, wake up screaming, and stop breathing.
But they're a part of me.
Every smile, every tear, every wound, every kiss.
And I like the person I've become.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 09, 2011
New, but kinda used
So, I guess it's about time we change the look.
And this is what changing it did to your screen:
Ba - Ba - Ba - Boom!
Some sort of vintage 50's or so porn!!!! woo-hoo
Well, lately, so as not to change so much all of a sudden, I've found myself not understanding anything or anyone at all.
Not understanding anyone at all makes me wonder if maybe I am wrong about everyone...
I've got this crazy ass idea about having an ability to see through people, not as if they were see-through or plastic, but simply to see beyond what they show, closer to what they are.
And sometimes I prove myself to be right, and see through people, and predict reactions, circumstancial or not, according to what I refer to as: pattern behaviour.
Say, if you've got commitment issues, and are confronted in relation to those issues, you will act truly offended, knowing that he who has confronted you is totally right, but not wanting to admit to that particular personality flaw.
If you decline every single outing, party, coffee gettogether, or other things, but are prone to ask people to go with, see, help, or be their company at some other kind of scenario, unrelated to what you were offered, say: nah, I don't really wanna go out for coffee, but I have to go buy clothes, care to join me? - Nah, I don't really like that bar, maybe we could go to another? (when other 30 people are coming to the one u don't wanna go to)---sounds to me like you're in it for the benefits but won't give in or put any chips in.
anywho, those are standards, maybe I'll keep on on my next blog, maybe not.
I guess I write about people because I'm tired of people in general and would rather analyze them than relate to them.
Though I do miss phone calls, and other non tech shit.
Bang Bang yet again kitties.
And this is what changing it did to your screen:
Ba - Ba - Ba - Boom!
Some sort of vintage 50's or so porn!!!! woo-hoo
Well, lately, so as not to change so much all of a sudden, I've found myself not understanding anything or anyone at all.
Not understanding anyone at all makes me wonder if maybe I am wrong about everyone...
I've got this crazy ass idea about having an ability to see through people, not as if they were see-through or plastic, but simply to see beyond what they show, closer to what they are.
And sometimes I prove myself to be right, and see through people, and predict reactions, circumstancial or not, according to what I refer to as: pattern behaviour.
Say, if you've got commitment issues, and are confronted in relation to those issues, you will act truly offended, knowing that he who has confronted you is totally right, but not wanting to admit to that particular personality flaw.
If you decline every single outing, party, coffee gettogether, or other things, but are prone to ask people to go with, see, help, or be their company at some other kind of scenario, unrelated to what you were offered, say: nah, I don't really wanna go out for coffee, but I have to go buy clothes, care to join me? - Nah, I don't really like that bar, maybe we could go to another? (when other 30 people are coming to the one u don't wanna go to)---sounds to me like you're in it for the benefits but won't give in or put any chips in.
anywho, those are standards, maybe I'll keep on on my next blog, maybe not.
I guess I write about people because I'm tired of people in general and would rather analyze them than relate to them.
Though I do miss phone calls, and other non tech shit.
Bang Bang yet again kitties.
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