Little Things
it's the little things that add up to big things. little things such as little hurts, annoyances, things that are too little, that when you think about it, is really miniscule, and shoudln't really bother anyone at all, such as the clothes you wear, or the expressions you use, or the little sarcastic comments, or the little things about you that you don't usually notice. except people notice them, for them they are also little things. but when they put all these little things together, it adds up into big things. those little things that have been left unsaid, the little gaps left in between, soon you will find yourself standing on the other side of the big space, away from others, away from your friends, your classmates, people around you, because of these little things.
to hell, with life and with living.
if you don't like who i am, then you dont like who i am, and all you are gonna yet is, who i am. that is crap. why? because human beings can learn to adapt. adapt to their surroundings, adapt to their environment, you can't honestly say that you can be an island, all by yourself and not needing anyone. you truly can't. because we are human, human, get affected by culture, all sort of culture, pop culture. and other influences. sometimes, in life you have to conform, not only to the written rules, but to those that are implied but not stated. but this doesn't mean you have to loose your individualism.
to hell, with life and with living.
anyway, life is not always perfect. in fact it rarely is. nothing is perfect. and nobody is. perfect. we all have mistakes. we all make mistakes. it is impossible not to find fault in anyone. even if you think that you are all righteous and prim and perfect, you are not. sometimes, people can accept others faults, sometimes they can't. is there prejudice? i'm not sure. maybe there is, maybe there isn't. friends accept each others mistakes. they accept each other for who they are. but other people might not accept you for who you are, no matter what you do. i don't really understand the reason why. the only thing that i know is, if one of them- the conformist, find the little things about you that they don't like, and somehow, everyone, also sees it too, and said those little things that bother them and dare not say or never bothered to say before. maybe sometimes, things are meant to be left unsaid. sometimes, they should be said, even if it might hurt feelings. or whatever sentiments one might have.
to hell, with life and with living.
actually i have no idea why i am writing these. maybe something is bothering me, maybe nothing is.
to hell, with life and with living.
i am human, therefore i am not perfect. things bother me. even little things. i get hurt. i get frustrated. i say nasty things. i hide. i say things that hurt people. i say things that annoys and frustrates people. sometimes, i forget to care about others feelings. sometimes, i bring people down. i pour cold water over their head. i insult them. sometimes. i tend to be boastful. sometimes, i praise myself. and think highly of myself even though i'm not. i get self consious, i have typos, wrongs spelling, wrong pronounciations, bad grammar. i make mistakes. too many too mention. sometimes my sarcasm gets out of hand. sometimes i hurt people unintentionally. i know there are little things about me too, that people might not like. for those who accpet me for who i am. i thank you. for those who don't, please tell me. also for all those things that i might have done, that hurt you, or anyone else. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for making mistakes. i'm sorry for being human.
to hell, with life and with living.
what is the point of everything? i asked a friend once. he replied. it is to keep us busy, while we ait our deaths.
to hell, with life and with living.
to hell, with life and with living.
if you don't like who i am, then you dont like who i am, and all you are gonna yet is, who i am. that is crap. why? because human beings can learn to adapt. adapt to their surroundings, adapt to their environment, you can't honestly say that you can be an island, all by yourself and not needing anyone. you truly can't. because we are human, human, get affected by culture, all sort of culture, pop culture. and other influences. sometimes, in life you have to conform, not only to the written rules, but to those that are implied but not stated. but this doesn't mean you have to loose your individualism.
to hell, with life and with living.
anyway, life is not always perfect. in fact it rarely is. nothing is perfect. and nobody is. perfect. we all have mistakes. we all make mistakes. it is impossible not to find fault in anyone. even if you think that you are all righteous and prim and perfect, you are not. sometimes, people can accept others faults, sometimes they can't. is there prejudice? i'm not sure. maybe there is, maybe there isn't. friends accept each others mistakes. they accept each other for who they are. but other people might not accept you for who you are, no matter what you do. i don't really understand the reason why. the only thing that i know is, if one of them- the conformist, find the little things about you that they don't like, and somehow, everyone, also sees it too, and said those little things that bother them and dare not say or never bothered to say before. maybe sometimes, things are meant to be left unsaid. sometimes, they should be said, even if it might hurt feelings. or whatever sentiments one might have.
to hell, with life and with living.
actually i have no idea why i am writing these. maybe something is bothering me, maybe nothing is.
to hell, with life and with living.
i am human, therefore i am not perfect. things bother me. even little things. i get hurt. i get frustrated. i say nasty things. i hide. i say things that hurt people. i say things that annoys and frustrates people. sometimes, i forget to care about others feelings. sometimes, i bring people down. i pour cold water over their head. i insult them. sometimes. i tend to be boastful. sometimes, i praise myself. and think highly of myself even though i'm not. i get self consious, i have typos, wrongs spelling, wrong pronounciations, bad grammar. i make mistakes. too many too mention. sometimes my sarcasm gets out of hand. sometimes i hurt people unintentionally. i know there are little things about me too, that people might not like. for those who accpet me for who i am. i thank you. for those who don't, please tell me. also for all those things that i might have done, that hurt you, or anyone else. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for making mistakes. i'm sorry for being human.
to hell, with life and with living.
what is the point of everything? i asked a friend once. he replied. it is to keep us busy, while we ait our deaths.
to hell, with life and with living.
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