Life is Short

As sad as this song is, it still makes me happy. It's my anthem.

All is full of love, all around you.

I may be the bitch in every scenario... But being able to feel the resulting emotions of my actions in crippling clarity is punishment enough. I don't know how I could do that to someone I loved.

OH.MY.GOD. I didn't realize how hard this radio silence would be. Blearagh.
I now have nothing to do when I log into facebook. No new notifications to check out and no new comments to reply to. It's really starting to get on my nerves. Ugh!! The question is, can I hold out? Well can I? I don't know. Hopefully my stuborn side will kick in and I'll get through it like a boss.
Maybe.

I haven't even done any creeping yet today. I'm so proud of myself. :D
Maybe I can get through the whole day without any first grade creeper alerts. Now THAT would be something to boast about. My super duper self control skillz. <-- like a boss.

And I just have to say it one more time. I'll make it through today admirably... LIKE A BOSS.

Sometimes I think about killing myself. I want to. I really do. But I never actually do it. Why?
I always come to the conclusion that there's too many things that I want to do still.
But I still want it to end.
Every day, I want it to end.

There's choices that are just too hard to make. Or too hard to cary out. I'd rather just not exsist anymore. It would fix so many problems. But I can't just not exsist anymore, yet. I still have debts to pay off.

Sometimes I look around and realize how far I've come from what I used to be.
I remember how it was, just two years ago. I was freshly inserted into society, like a newborn trying to get a grasp on what this big, cold, wonderful world meant. And all I wanted to do was to be a part of it. A true part. I didn't want to be different anymore. I wanted to fit in.
Today, standing out front of the little school I've been back at for less than a month, the same thought plagued me. "When will I ever fit in?" Till it hit me. I do fit in. In a twisted, skewed way, I've become "one of them".
When I think back on my past, it seems like a distant memory. Something that's not altogether real. Possibly just a figment of my imagination. Maybe I suffered from a serious concussion at some point two years ago, experiencing a twisted version of my past while in the clutches of a coma. Maybe.
But then, there are others that know the truth. They validate me. They help me to remember that I'm not crazy. That my mind hasn't fed me thoughts so sick, that if they were the product only of my own brain I could be put behind bars. That's the fantastic thing about being a victim. The thoughts in your head were caused by some third party. Not you. It's not you that's sick. It's someone else. At least that's what we're told.
So at times like this, I look back. I compare my lives. Because that's what they really are. Two entirely seperate lives.
I suppose I can't entirely complain about my past. I can't throw it out entirely and turn cold and bitter about what was taken away from me. Because a lot was given at the same time. In the form of some sort of sick joke, I've been given something priceless.
I will never fit in 100%. But that's not something I'm sad about. I have something more than the average person my age. I've seen things that most people, of any age, have not and probably will never see. I've experienced things that have tempered me into the person I am today. I see the world through different eyes. I am critical; I am logical; I am a fast thinker, because I have needed to be so. I take nothing for granted. I may let the world quietly slip by at times, missing opportunities that I should have caught, but no one person is perfect.
The difference is I can see it. I can see the bigger picture.
So when people tell me that I'm special, I try not to figure out why they're obviously wrong. It's hard to do, because I've always been told that it's not me. That I am nothing in myself, when the truth is, it's all me. It's the choices I've made in life, both the bad and the good, that have made me who I am. That have made me capable of what I am capable of now.
I look back, and still feel like the young girl from two years ago. But that's not right, because that's not who I am anymore. Yes, I'm still young, but with every day, with every passing minute, I am learning something that tempers me. Ever evolving, I choose my own path. I choose - I, not anyone else - where I go from here.
It's frightening, yes. But it's also exhilerating.

Sometimes I feel like my life is permanently on pause. Like somewhere along the line I took a break from whatever it was that I'm supposed to be doing right now. And that thing was awesome. I cant quite remember what that awesome thing was tho. But as soon as I figure it out I'll let you know.
It may even involve you, me, a bottle of tequila and lots of sushi. Ya never know.
^^*CREEPER ALERT*

I'm in love with this song.

I want to post my latest danish assignment, because I'm very proud of it. Both the language skillz and the writing style. But it's too personal and could be taken the wrong way by some people. Hmm...

Recently, my mind has been plaguing me with the possibility that I am a bad person.