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I’m really well behaved, and i’m kinda sick of it. But I’m scared.. i don’t know any different. 

We are who we are, but are we what we feel? Our everyday actions display our personality.. but our  thoughts are difficult to convey. We often feel so pre-occupied with putting our best foot forward in every aspect of life that we leave our mind a step behind. If a humorous thought comes to mind, we don’t hesitate to say it. But if we think of something personal, painful, or emotional we conceal it. If you’re deeply attracted to someone one, offended by someone, or inspired, why must you swallow your words? Why can’t we just say how we feel? 

ellareneecera:

“You always break the kindest hearts.”

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strangely, these were my exact thoughts yesterday. 

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Elephants have been known to die of broken hearts if a mate dies. They refuse to eat and will lay down, shedding tears until they starve to death. They refuse all human help.

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The unmistakable feeling of failure, that induces the feeling of regret. It creates the desire to do better. But, as much as you want to do better, you don’t. Then regret comes again. It just all seems to be a never ending cycle of desire and regret, but nothing ever changes.

Why am I hindered from moving forward? 

It feels like any other day.. as most birthdays do. And yet, everytime that special day comes around and it’s not quite so special it still comes as a suprise to us. I feel weird. birthdays are awkward. Every time someone says happy birthday to me I feel like its a compliment and I want to return it and say the same.. but that just would’nt make sense. So, I say thank you and carry on the day normally. So strange. Why do we build up birthdays to be more than they are? Maybe it’s just because it’s a school day today, but if i really think about it.. every year feels the same. The actual action of celebrating is entertaining and amusing  but every thing else feels strange. Im 16 today,but I wasn’t yesterday. Peculiar concept. I wanna watch 16 candles, and pretend i’m Molly Ringwald having a fairy tale ending to my birthday… but my birthday will most likely end with the closing of my textbook, and going to sleep. Well, here’s to another year, and may good things come.