Play the hand you've been dealt.
Yeah, lets. Lets see how you handle being me for a day or two.
I don't, in any way, intend on this coming across as me sounding like a stuck up little kid who thinks there's so much wrong with her life and that it absolutely sucks being me. Because I'm not, and it doesn't.
Being me, is awesome. Well that's what helps me sleep at night, regardless of whether or not it's actually true.
I'm not perfect. Not even close to it. I'm not the smartest person you'll meet, but I'm not a brainless dumbass either. I don't always work hard, but when i want something bad enough, I'll do what's necessary to get it. I am not without Flaw.
To the deluded fuckers,
Ponder.
How would you feel waking up every morning thinking to yourself, ' I could've done something different, i could've stopped that', and trying, so very hard, to get to sleep at night before your mind starts to fuck with you and play games, retracing important events just in case you wake up in the morning remembering nothing. Try waking up every morning in a mind frame of negativity, laced with only the slightest shadow of yesterdays positive thoughts, bracing yourself for the very worst thing to happen to you each and every day.
It's like Le Chateleir's Principle. When a system in equilibrium is disturbed, it works to counteract that change, and return to equilibrium. Where all is great. I am the system. You are my disturbance. Those around me, are what counteract this change.
It's no secret. I overthink things. It's part of the package, deal with it. fucker.
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