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Words can mean little but they do paint a picture. A picture tells a thousand stories but stories cant give any experience. And so life is what you choose to make of it.
What makes a person really?
Is it his past? or his choice.
How did things get to this. I always ask myself that.
Here I am, sitting alone in the coffee shop.
I can’t even catch up to my own thoughts.
Why did I become so self-centered. Just what happened. really.
My life now is like a repeating cycle. I keep hurting people around me, and in turn hurting myself.
How much have i lost in hopes to gain more.
It’s hard to be at peace. with yourself. especially if u have a personality like mine.
What am i built for actually. Whats my purpose. Where does this all lead to?
I’ve built up more and more hate, pride and other nasty things.
I really need to seek myself. and ask myself what i truly want.
And perhaps act from there.
before i begin, this might be a ranty hyper negative post, so do proceed accordingly.
Why do people scream actually?
Is it because we cant control our emotions? or our emotions can’t control us enough that we need to scream?
It is really annoying when all you do is hear screaming, rude talking, and especially the hysterical shout (fuckin’ hate it)
but the dangerous thing is that when you’re exposed to such an environment, you sorta become part of the system.
Your thoughts might most probably be against something like that or rather a culture of screaming, but this doesn’t mean you will not be one of them.
So many shit in life. I’m full of shit and most of things i see and experience is full of shit. The illusion of morality is the heaviest burden of them all, and not in the sense that we need to have morality that kinda burden. but much rather the thought of morality itself, how its so sad but yet we can’t help but to constantly try to question and resolve it.
Maybe its simply dangerous to think too much.
(via dazedandconfusedlife)
(Source: raphacoot, via thedafthouse)