November 2011
22 posts
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there’s no way of putting it into complete sentences.
sometimes it just comes out the way it wants to.
sometimes it doesn’t make any sense.
but since when did such things really make sense.
like when my mind drifts.
and I start thinking about all sorts of things.
past.
present.
future.
to evaluate, to reflect, to dream, to aspire, to plan, to execute.
why do I feel like I’m running out of time?
am I, really?
I really need a breakthrough.
I need to soar.
I know I can soar.
but where? how?
and when?
I’m doing something about it… I keep going at it and never give up.
sometimes I’m even surprised at my own willpower.
(and shamelessness)
but dammit, I want it, I have to get it.
I’m not privileged like some others and I ain’t got connections to get me where I want or what I want.
no one’s helping me.
not from an influential family.
where I am right now has been fought for, hard.
on my own.
sweat.
blood.
tears.
sleepless nights.
stress.
anxiety.
everything on my own.
sometimes I don’t think anyone understands the weight I feel on my shoulders.
because I don’t say it.
I don’t like to talk about it.
I just handle it myself.
but really, no one knows.
and no one has to know.
since it’s not like it’s something that anyone can understand, regardless of how much explaining I do.
it’s just…
ALL ME.
it always has been and always will be.
just me.
I just have to stay strong and push on.
I know I can do it.
I will get there.
I WILL GET THERE!!!!!!!
kinda frustrated not being able to find the full version of this track… it’s the remixed instrumental version of What Dreams Are Made Of that has saxophones…
can anyone help???
got it at a manicure place! =D I’ve bought similar (less shiny) versions of the sticker from Sephora… but the texture and quality ain’t the same, although it’s still fine to do it yourself and wear it for fun!
… I should sleep. goodnight.