Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Random thoughts…

Couples are young so they screw up a lot, their families are too old so they try to make their youngster do what they didn't succeed in in their youth.

 

Sometimes you are so alone, so you go to a big tea party to be more lonely, so you try to get out to get back to yourself. It is like you are the box itself, you can't go in, you can't think out of it. You are stuck. The only solution is to burst yourself to survive.

 

Sometimes you try to mingle with the right people in the wrong time, sometimes with the wrong people in the right time, though both are always better than meeting the wrong people in the wrong time. This worst scenario must be experienced, but must be experienced once, and try as much as you can, never get into this again, and instead, wait, like a hunter, and just shoot. The right people..the right time, just be sure of being right and never care about what others think of. Did someone say that hell is the others?

 

All the talks, all the hypocrisy, you think someone cares, but the thing is, who cares, no body cares until you "earn" the attention. You can't just get something because you deserve, you need to do the extra mile and earn it.

 

I just need to realize that no matter how less I sometimes do, that I should know when does less means less and when does less means more.

 

I need to practice to write myself out more often, to free myself of all the negativity filling my veins, all the negativity that I'm trying to bury for years and years.

 

I need to thank God for the gift of life, and all the other gifts I'm blessed with.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Brave One - 2007

I fell in love with this quote from "The Brave One" movie, this quote is by Judie Foster (Damn that short hair in that movie was not romantic at all, but was scary enough as a vigilante.



New York, the safest big city in the world. But it is horrible to fear the place you once loved and to see a street corner you knew so well and be afraid of its shadow. To see familiar steps, be unable to climb them. I never understood how people lived with fear. Women afraid to walk home alone people afraid of white powder in their mailbox darkness and night. People afraid of people. I always believed that fear belonged to other people. Weaker people. It never touched me. And then it did and when it touches you, you know that it's been there all along waiting beneath the surfaces of everything you loved. And your skin crawls and your heart sickens and you look at the person you once were walking down that street and you wonder, will you?
Will you ever be her again?

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I discovered that

I need someone close to me...

Thursday, May 29, 2008

I....feel....

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
and you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel
One of my turns coming on.
I feel
Cold as razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum,