justalittlebitofhistoryrepeating

i don't tell anyone about my life, about me, my secrets. because i don't want people to know, yet i tell you about my secrets, my problems, my life because i trust you. only do i find out that you go around spilling everything i ever told. realized that though you were my closest friend i meant little to you. my back stains with blood from the knife you threw in my back. you used me, i was the main character in the game you play.

i know that i have to let our friendship go, leave you behind in the web of lies that you spin. but it's easier said than done.

note: pictures are not of me, but they are pictures that i have taken of others - of course used with their permission

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Today I came across a site with a woman who claims that she will do anything that we (everyone else) are too scared to do. Seems cool, huh?

But as I scrolled to the many (read: endless) pages of blogging only very few had anything to do with what she pronounces as the reason for her blog. At least in my oppinion. So, in very basics it's all about a little thing called following through.

At first I got a little offended on the behalf of us bloggers. But then an even more scary thought came to my mind; what if, like most other projects that is started, this is just another one to fail.

The last thought, as already said, scared me more than anything else. In this post-moderne society that we live in, more and more projects are left behind, given up on etc. It seems as if no one knows how to finish anything (me included) anymore. I can help but wonder; are we just too restless? Is it the constant search for something new and exciting that leaves us jumping from project to project, person to person? Or is it that everyone around us has demanded of us to be flexible and ready to embrace changes that we are no longer able to stick to a project. Well, maybe the poor woman just ran out of ideas..

youwerethefirsttomakemefeelbeautiful.

 Look at you. You're young. You're scared.

Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring about what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fudge and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget you have school the next day. Stop  waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours.

When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?