Nothing really new to live by...
So we can safely say that a potential "few" of us had a really, REALLY bad year.
Yea... I thought so.
I mean when I look at it from afar, it doesn't really look that bad, you know? Then again you're not a helpless romantic, now are you? Well, it's what I suffer from, and I've been suffering from it this whole year. I've had more spots of depression than the U.S. had since 1776. I didn't have it that bad, but just bad enough.
And now, I ruined my own CHRISTMAS like an asshole...
This year is just not my lucky year.
Oh and not to mention,
if scientists are correct,
2012 is going to SUCK. ASS.
So really, I had an epiphany.
Live for the moment.
Yeah, live for the Jingle Bells, and Santa Claus and Ball Drop, all of that.
I mean really, we don't really HAVE to think about dying,
we can die at anytime.
But I think we've matured and grown so fast
that even a matter of Death becomes a preoccupation of the mind.
Well I have a few choice words for Death.
F*** YOU!
Alright, I digress.
I wrote a blog months back about love and relationships,
and it got me to thinking,
WTF? Are we too young to know what love is?
Are we not old enough to grasp the concept of true stress and true hurt?
GOD, I SOUND LIKE MY MOTHER.
But you know, I would definitely like some feedback on this subject.
I mean, maybe some people do believe that,
although I know I, for one, do not.
I think if you can identify with pain and sadness and lust,
than Love and Stress shouldn't be too far past the line.
I mean hell, we were raised to be past the line right now,
so why do we still act like the line is too far?
Like, why are we so attached to our time as a child?
I've heard kids talking about moving out and clubbing and all that other shit you normally can't do without ID. Those that drink and smoke, do drugs. We practice the actions of an adult in a child's body, yet we conform to the child's body when the adult mind feels too... real. It's really difficult to say outright, but I'm sure you get it.
We are such an odd generation. We truly are. Relationships, School work, Home life.
The toll goes on.
Shit. I'm a poet and I can't write a poem anymore because of all this CRAP.
But HEY guys! It's 2010! =D
This blog goes out to all those with the incessant drama,
that parasite called stress,
that plague called love,
that paperweight called a heart,
that brain that works when no one else does,
that smile that should be a frown,
that word that means the world,
that phrase that crushes your life,
those parents that make life a living nightmare
or a dream come true.
This blog is for the unlucky few,
the not-so-lucky many,
and the rare luck-o-the-Irish assholes I know and love.
This blog is for... everyone.
Merry Christmas, Happy holidays, and 2010 FTW!
P.S.: Thanks for taking the time out to read this. It means a lot to me,
and if you like it, I'll try to do justice to you guys come 2010 and write more blogs.
=D
