Hypothethically speaking...

...if I died, I wouldn't want my loved ones to move on.
Eventually they could and will.
But not too quickly.
I want to see how much they love me through tears and emotional instability.

All that "he/she would have wanted you to be happy" doesn't cut it for me.
Sorry, future husband, but if I died spontaneously, and you decided to marry/sleep with my best friend, and receive the blessings from everyone, I will let you know now, I'm watching you.

Aren't I scary!

<3
xx

Yoohoo

We all have pasts. Doesn’t the saying go, “Our past will eventually catch up with us”?
Or did I just make that up.
Something to think about?
I find it amusing how we all naturally judge, systematically categorizing others into class systems yet when we self consciously reevaluate our own position in life, we are the exception.
I must ardently confess that I am indeed not perfect, and neither is my past. I think I can speak on behalf of every human being in saying that we have all done/said things we are not proud of.

But does this necessarily characterize who we are today?
It’s hard to escape the stigma of being a “bitch” or “slut” or “wana-be” yet we continuously and autonomously keep running from it.
I think what I’m trying to say in very simple terms, is that I’ve given up.
A lot of teenagers (girls especially) endure this epiphany with unsuccessful outcomes; which leads to why I posted this blog.

My personal contract with myself.
I’m trying to have an objective view on life.
Live and let live!

On a similar note; I’m sick of a lot of people.
Girls, in particular. WHY ARE WE SUCH ASSHOLES?
WHY DO PEOPLE MAKE SUCH ASSHOLES OF THEMSELVES.
It isn’t hard to (sometimes) take a deep breathe, look at themselves in the mirror and ask, “Am I an asshole?”
If no, “Am I sure?”
If yes, “What can I do to stop?”

LET’S STOP THE GROWTH OF ASSHOLES!