this makes me happy. watch it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY

"the inconvenience of indecision"


it's in my head.
i think i read it somewhere?
but i can't find it in anything i've been looking at.
;-;

DR

Well I don't know if I'm wrong, cause she's only just gone. Here's to another relationship bombed by excellent breed of gamete disease. I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means. Cried when she should and she laughed when she could, here's to the man with his face in the mud. And an overcast play just taken away from the lover's in love at the centre of stage. Yeah, loving is fine if you have plenty of time, for walking on stilts at the edge of your mind. Loving is good if your dick's made of wood and the dick left inside only half understood her. What makes her come and what makes her stay? What make the animal run, run away yeah. What makes him stall, what makes him stand and what shakes the elephant now and what makes a man?
I don't know, I don't know you any more. No...I don't know if I'm wrong 'cause shes only just gone. Why the fuck is this day taking so long? I was a lover of time and once she was mine I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed. Cried when she should and she laughed when she could. Well closer to god is the one who's in love and I walk away cause I can, too many options may kill a man. Loving is fine if it's not in your mind but I've fucked it up now, too many times. Loving is good if it's not understood, yeah, but I'm the professor and feel that I should know. What makes her come and what makes her stay? What make the animal run, run away and what makes him tick apart from his prick and the lonelier side of the jealousy stick.
I don't know
Well I don't know if I'm wrong 'cause she's only just gone. Here's to another relationship bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease. I finished it off with some French wine and cheese.
La fille danse quand elle joue avec moi et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots sur la petite dodo .

"You know who you are."

..what if they don't?

c:

im happy.
you're wonderful.
i'll always be here for you.

you don't care

i dont want to know all this. i don't want to know people value human's lives more than animals.
i don't like the quote " treat them like a dog". how do you think a dog deserves to be treated?
let's mix it up a bit. let's play with some letters. two letters. a g and a d. dog. it will now be god. and how will you treat it now? something real. reliable. there. god would not longer be a myth, everything in the bible could be true now. god, man's best four legged friend. how will you treat it? does it change anything?
does it deserve anything better?
what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
so i guess not.
it's still loyal, it's still innocent, it's still eager to please.
it's still a dog.
and you still don't care.

Angry and Upset.

i'm sad and it's eating away at me.
i know why but it's nothing anyone cares about.
it's replaying in my head and i cant get rid of it.
it's making me evaluate everything.
and im sorry, im so sorry.
i feel sick. my eyes are raw.
i dont think they could possibly feel anymore sore.
 i don't know you well enough to want you to know the truth
to put that on your shoulders - anyones shoulders.
it's ironic, the person we care about most is the person we probably upset and worry the most.
i'm so sorry.

society

i've been thinking a lot and im not sure yet if what i've come to the conclusion of is good or bad. it's that all that /really/ matters in life is kindness, and respecting other people.

the society we've created is one of a lot of pressure and little success.

i want to live without stress, i want to know that if i don't pass level three at school, it doesn't mean that i've failed. i want to believe that if i've been good to the people i've met, and helped out where i can, that it matters. i know it does. i know that if i accept who i am, and accept the people around me for who they are and be open to everyone's opinions that i've lived a full life. helping other people makes me happy. i think that's the general consensus, and so i don't understand why people are cruel. not only does it not make the person being picked on sad, and the person being cruel usually feels at least a little bad after.i feel like i understand Christopher McCandless more and more each day. society frightens me. people are rich, and they don't spend all their money, but they don't help people who are living off a piece of bread every second day. jobs these days are based around fueling egos, not helping to maintain a healthy life.

i dont want a job. i don't want a television. i don't want one thousand friends. i don't want to hurt anyone ever again. i don't expect people to like me. i just want respect.i want to be able to live my life the way i want to. i want to be able to lay across two seats in a half empty bus and go to sleep while i'm waiting to get to my stop, without people asking me why. i want to be able to sit down abruptly on an empty footpath to admire the wildlife without having people bike past and call me homeless as if its something to be ashamed of.

i want to be free from society's judgement and rules.

(:

oma and opa's 50th anniversary today.
that's a long time to be together.
i'm pleased they still love eachother.