For myself, and myself only.
I don’t want to be resented, but to do the right thing, the best thing for me, I should do anything, right? Even if it means being resented… But sometimes it is too unbearable, and when I look around, I see a subtle and self-made bubble, shiny and filled with stress and tension. I need another vacation. Maybe far away from all that I know, both mentally and physically.
Because of you, I don’t want to return to my world.
it natural to develop bags under the eyes with age?
As I remember the way they spoke, I find myself falling more in love with their languages, feeling a stronger yearning to master them, to feel my own tongue shaping the foreign vowels. In time, I WILL become fluent, In time.
i feel like a chauffeur. will it get better as i get older? i personally don’t think so, i think i’ll become more of a chauffeur. great.
Edith Piaf's music scares me
partially because I can’t understand what she’s saying.
why do i feel so much hatred? but…this might not even be such hate. it could personal angst, inner turmoil, individual anxiety. i love the way people are, but i just can’t stand them - me. i can’t deal with the social interactions between me and other people, other people and other people that seem so bindingly, stupidly, and obligatorily necessary. i just want to sit alone...
Before I die, I would like to have the chance to tell those that I’ve known the truth of what I’ve felt about them, what I thought about their actions, and how they’ve affected me. What annoyed the bajeezus out of me, what I admired most, how much more depth they had than I had thought, and how different they were after I got to know them better. Usually, I just don’t...
so desperate to grow up, but so desperate to be a child.
I (we) are too critical of myself (ourselves).
Palaces are for royalty; we’re just common people with bank accounts.– Frances, To Catch a Thief
In the night sky, when we are naught but shadows, we realize the deep bonds we share with everybody and everything, because we do not have the power of eyesight to render us judgmental creatures. Windows to the soul or not, I sometimes wish we had something other than our eyes to guide us through life.
I left my heart in San Francisco– Tony Bennett
My Stardust Melody
The last few days, I have felt awful. My head felt like it was hanging by the hinges, I was sleep-deprived and feeling lousy. Oh, how easily the moods change, just as the seasons do. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to not have such a volatile set of emotions and thoughts. I guess, I have been feeling numb. Whereas two weeks ago I had been relatively content with my stance in life,...