All the lights on and you are alive;
But you can't point the way to your heart.
So sublime, when the stars are aligned;
But you don't know the greatness you are.
Cause green eyes, you are destiny's scene.
You are the sweet to my mean.
Wednesday
Monday
Don't tread on me
Here is me being real.
I'm not one to pour details out on something public but right now, I have to say this. For me.
In my life, there are things that are going so right, so incredibly amazing. Conversely, there are things that are clearly falling to pieces. There are a few people in my life that I would kill for. On the flip side, there are people in my life that aren't even worth these words.
Honestly, simply, I don't need school to get me where I want to be. I don't need 50% of those useless classes that I spend all my money on. The other half are the ones that matter. If life won't let me go to school for the next semester ,then what the fuck i'm gonna have to take off. I can't tread over this shit for long because every day passes and I can't undo wasted moments. But I'll make my time productive if i'm not there. The art of learning an be self-taught. I won't always need someone standing in front of a board, preaching to me.
Honestly, if my dad wants to treat me like SHIT then FUCK it I'll do me and do what I have to do without him badgering me. If he wants to leave me behind...FINE I'LL SURVIVE.
I'm tired of being subtle, or keeping everything I want to say in. Dad, you fucked up. I'll have endless forgiveness for you but right now, you're not my father until you realize everything you've done.
If I've had moments of weakness, I'm telling you that they were justified.
And I thank those few people who have dropped whatever they were doing, whatever they were going through as well to be there and get me through things. And i thank them in advance for doing the same in the future. I hope they know that I will ALWAYS do the same.
In other news, my panda family will stay young forever.
I'm not one to pour details out on something public but right now, I have to say this. For me.
In my life, there are things that are going so right, so incredibly amazing. Conversely, there are things that are clearly falling to pieces. There are a few people in my life that I would kill for. On the flip side, there are people in my life that aren't even worth these words.
Honestly, simply, I don't need school to get me where I want to be. I don't need 50% of those useless classes that I spend all my money on. The other half are the ones that matter. If life won't let me go to school for the next semester ,then what the fuck i'm gonna have to take off. I can't tread over this shit for long because every day passes and I can't undo wasted moments. But I'll make my time productive if i'm not there. The art of learning an be self-taught. I won't always need someone standing in front of a board, preaching to me.
Honestly, if my dad wants to treat me like SHIT then FUCK it I'll do me and do what I have to do without him badgering me. If he wants to leave me behind...FINE I'LL SURVIVE.
I'm tired of being subtle, or keeping everything I want to say in. Dad, you fucked up. I'll have endless forgiveness for you but right now, you're not my father until you realize everything you've done.
If I've had moments of weakness, I'm telling you that they were justified.
And I thank those few people who have dropped whatever they were doing, whatever they were going through as well to be there and get me through things. And i thank them in advance for doing the same in the future. I hope they know that I will ALWAYS do the same.
In other news, my panda family will stay young forever.
Saturday
Sunday
Darko
I really want to go back to when cell phones, email, twitter, facebook, blogs and computers didn't exist.
I want to go back to when we only had each others presence.
...to when radio was like tv.
...to when conversation just went on and on.
...to when we only had pen and paper.
...to when people genuinely appreciated music.
That would be grand.
I want to go back to when we only had each others presence.
...to when radio was like tv.
...to when conversation just went on and on.
...to when we only had pen and paper.
...to when people genuinely appreciated music.
That would be grand.
Saturday
Pensativa
Yesterday, I was walking down Myrtle and I just stopped. My mind was racing all over the place. It's like, everything was happening simultaneously. It's like, I temporarily lost the ability to filter what I didn't want to think about with the latter. I stopped, put my palms on my temples, and just told myself to stop:
stop thinking, stop wondering, stop doubting, stop everything; but then what am I without thinking? Who I am is because I always think. If I don't think, then I won't progress, I'll never be inspired, I won't love, I won't hate, I won't feel anything ever. So realistically, how can I ask myself to stop everything? I'll just stay stagnant and forget what it's like to be Joan. And if forget how to be Joan, then really, who am I? So essentially, I'm back where I started however, I'm okay with that. The only thing is that I have to stop layering my thoughts so it can't make me crazy.
i love this place.
stop thinking, stop wondering, stop doubting, stop everything; but then what am I without thinking? Who I am is because I always think. If I don't think, then I won't progress, I'll never be inspired, I won't love, I won't hate, I won't feel anything ever. So realistically, how can I ask myself to stop everything? I'll just stay stagnant and forget what it's like to be Joan. And if forget how to be Joan, then really, who am I? So essentially, I'm back where I started however, I'm okay with that. The only thing is that I have to stop layering my thoughts so it can't make me crazy.
i love this place.
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