card house dreams.

And then she said she can't believe, genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues,

I'm a girl of seventeen who has many dreams and is finding her way.

I like
music,
cute things,
dancing,
dreaming,
being inspired,
crafts,
ramen noodles,
pretty smiles,
musicals,
makeup,
anything that sparkles,
tea,
the beach,
and I love this band called panic! at the disco.

This is my small space on the interwebs where I will share my feelings, hopes, and dreams; my way of channeling my thoughts and views of the world.
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Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs,

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Northern downpour sends its love. ♥

I guess I'll get over it.

Friday, April 2, 2010

I would really like to have a little rant about people.

I hate them.

Okay, not all of them, some of them are really good. But for the most part they're unbearable. I feel like they just cause problems. I think this is the main reason why I prefer to be alone. It's usually not that the person is bad per say, it's just that with everyone has their own problems and issues and when you involve another person in your life, their problems and issues also become involved. I mean, I already have enough problems and then when I open up to others their problems become mine. I'm the type of person who cares and worries far too much about every little thing and so there's only so much worrying I can take, I think my own worries are enough. Call me selfish, but I like what little sanity I have left thank you very much.

One of the big people-related problems I came across this week was with my best friend. It's not like me to put all of my trust into someone. But I did, and there is literally no one who knows as much about me as he does. But now I feel really stupid and foolish to have done so. Trust is such a fragile thing, I've never been that great at it because I understand that. But I now know not to trust anybody with everything, no matter how kind, caring or trustworthy they may seem. I now understand that I need to stop imagining that people are better than they actually are. If someone is a liar, they are a liar. I need to get over pretending everyone is nice. A friend of mine said to me "I know this is hard for you to understand, but not everyone is as genuine as you are. In fact, most of them are dicks and you're going to have to get used to it."

I hope she's wrong. I can't bear to think that everyone is a liar. But I now know that my best friend is kind of a dick. I think it was just a shock to me that he would do something like what he did and feel absolutely so remorse or regret about it; to not even feel the need to apologize for it. It makes me really want to reconsider who I call a friend. Maybe I just had my eyes opened to the reality of people. But I still think honesty is the best policy and that it not only helps you in the long run, but it also helps the people around you. There are so many problems in the world that have been caused by people lying, why add to them? I don't know how he can go around living a lie, but I know I wouldn't be able to. Maybe that makes me a weak person; maybe it makes me a better one.

Either way I'll get over it eventually because he's still a really great friend to me, and I can't hate someone if they didn't do anything terrible to me directly. That's just how I am. But I definitely won't be as trusting.

The wonderful Keltie Colleen wrote about honesty in her blog earlier today and it was as if she'd read my mind. If you have the time, you should really read it. It's literally a direct translation of what I'm feeling right now. I personally think she's a genius and one of the most hard working, fearless and honest people I know. If more people were like her this world would be a much better place, believe me.

The tragedy, it seems unending
I'm watching everyone I looked up to breaking, bending
We're taking shortcuts and false solutions
Just to come out the hero

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