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i have not felt this hurt in such a long time. this is why i spent so long not trusting people, never letting them in, because when they turn on you, you just can't stop the tears. it kinda makes you lose hope, in yourself and everyone around you. but, there's always the other side to this scenario, when one person hurts you, there's always someone else around the corner, and you realise that when there's hurt, there's love too. and it makes me feel amazing despite everything else that is going on in my life.

i don't understand.

people are horrible. people lack respect. people don't comprehend the idea of property. people are cruel. people are materialistic. people are uncaring. people love. people are selfless. people are honest.people are polite. people give you that little smile that makes the worst day seem good. people are adoring. one person is all these people.

art.

today made me realise that everything in life is an artform. life is an art. it's an art i intend to be good at.

bliss?

i was wrong. completely and utterly wrong. there is such a thing is happiness, those capsules of time where there is no want. you have everything that could ever be possibly wanted in your fingertips, a breath away. and that's what makes people go to sleep with that stupid smile on their face. without moments of unhappiness, we wouldn't know happiness even existed.

human nature.

it's days like these that make me question my sanity. when everything is sorted, and you feel like nothing can possibly go wrong, why is it that everyone that can call themselves a true human feels the overwhelming need to create a problem? the compelling force to mess up that thing that was once so perfectly perfect? maybe it's the inner dramatic in all of us, the need to have that ounce of information to sit around talking of a monday morning? or maybe it's that one person can never be truly happen, there is always that hunger inside us that is wanting and can never be satisfied?