Always something...

you are never perfect. you could be too pretty, too ugly, too nice, too mean, too fat, too thin, too f**king f**ked up to know any better.

so how?

there's always something wrong. always... if you have the ability to step outside yourself just for a moment and take a look at the same f**king situation from a whole other perspective - then you should be down on your knees thanking God for such a talent. and even better if you complement that particular talent with the ability to then appreciate what you have and not get too f**ked up about it. this would just be an added bonus - cause lets face it, its hard enough to practice the former without having to worry about the latter later.

you do something. you f**k up. it's ok - you try again. and if its what you believe you're meant to do - by all means even if you f**k up again - please do try again. it's your right to do it.

that's the way it should work innit? but life of course isn't that simple. there are soooo many things that one has to consider. so we are all made to suffer for life's complications. perhaps life wouldn't be appreciated if it wasn't so hard...

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so i get told every now and again that i'm wasting my time...doing the things that i do. i get told that i can never be good at the things that i do. i am led to believe in nice words that go around the bush ever so slightly that i am not 'forced' to do anything that i don't want to do and that i am essentially free to do anything i want to do.

so how?

on one hand, i think that i am right in doing what i do. on the other hand, i suppose what i'm being told makes a lot of sense and that i am stupid and foolish and 'every other synonym to the words stupid and foolish' for doing the things that i do. so in the end i'm left here not knowing wtf to do...

so how?

things fall apart. things will break. things generally don't work out. and then some things can be put back together. some things could generally fall into place when you least expect it. trudat. some friends come and go and some friends stay - no matter what happens. you are born into the family that you have; there's no choice there. some families are happy and some are not and there are a variety of reasons for everything.

so how?

so...there's always something...



so how?