A person once asked me: How can you live with yourself?
This was after I had explained to them that a person I didn't like couldn't be friends with me. It was because I had feelings for that person, but couldn't get involved any further. I won't give any more reasons other than that, because I have emotions. (Shocker)
In order to understand this, people need to realize that even though something was very good for that moment, it was good while it lasted. After that, it turns bad, like rotten milk. (Which expires faster than most foods, so have more cereal)
The reason I can live with myself is that I want to live to live with another person I care about. I never cared much about myself, just others. Even though I hurt everyday, I still move on for others' sakes. If people would understand that, we wouldn't have as many wars. Maybe. (Damn you, government warmongers)
The point is, even though I don't care about having relations with this person, I care enough to shut the feck up and stay out of the way. Or at least until I get a new girlfriend. That's my main concern, and three lucky girls are set out for me. One winner, though (SADLY > < wink but I'll manage. So if they're gettin hurt by me just being there, it's their problem. I haven't done a damn thing except talk to one girl and refer to talking only to this girl. (Jerk is such a vague term, I prefer if you get over it)
So for everyone who don't like that one certain person, it's really either their fault or yours. Theirs for being a real A-hole to ya, ( I highly doubt they're that bad, just misunderstood or you're just plain unattractive to them.) ((Not entirely a beauty or brains kind of attractive, just they don't like you or they do and they're hiding it. Probe em for an answer)) Or it's yours for just pissin em off. (Which I have done to some people. Some of them were even by accident.) ((I was called a jerk today, so I'm just milkin it for all it's worth)) (((Hey, another milk joke))) ((((To that one special person who utterly hates me, kiss my a**))))
Say of the Day: You got a problem, cry to someone else. Then get the hell over it, cuz the problems just keep getting worse. You just keep on keepin on. You only lose yourself when you've got no one you can trust to cry to. If that's the case, then don't get over it and continue to wither away, cuz then you're just a lost cause if you don't want to get yourself fixed. Whatever makes ya happy, bitches.
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Seraph's Journal of Thought
The journal that portrays my thoughts and beliefs in this world, varying from one thing to the next, as it fits my liking.
(Warning: Can potentially have bad language, adult themed topics, personal beliefs, and deeply thought out theories, concern
There's no such thing as innocence,
Only varying levels of guilt
Only varying levels of guilt