Tell me

Is it better to choose not to accept a situation, even if this decision won't change anything?

I have come to the place of acceptance. Not that I believe that it is right, but simply that I know that the way I feel won't change anything, and sometimes it's easier to live when one has attempted to come to terms with every part of life. The good and the bad. Or to simply realize that it may not be all that bad! Maybe it's perception... the way we choose to perceive something...

Life feels easier to cope with when we choose to look for the good. I could choose to be bitter, and I have, yet this is easier. I am not accepting the sin committed, but I have to look beyond that. I don't know if I am right, however, I do know that it feels right. I can love, regardless of the past. I can be happy.

Wishing...

Hmm... what to do... I do not know.

I wish my writing was as creative as it used to be. At least in my opinion it was. =D Now it's just boring and simple. Letters, words, void originality. If lyrics were inspiring to write for yourself, I would have written a novel of words, genius, and learning. However, this is not so. I am left with the ordinary. The lacking of interest, and I can't do more. I can't muster up within myself what was felt before. I had understood life, and why I ask these questions, but now, I don't. I can't figure it out, and I can't write it out. Understand? Of course you don't! I don't have a topic, and I stray from my thesis, if I even had one. Is this even about writing? I doubt it... It's about LIFE. I want to be this way. I can't even reveal this to my head, because it's only my heart that can make sense of it all. Does the sun shine even when I ask it not to? YES! IT DOES! So when, may I ask, will the sun shine of my heart? When, dare I inquire, will this all make sense? Why did this happen, just as my heart was ready to move out? And in the insignificance of it all, I find my feet stopped. I cannot move until I know.... but then where's my faith? But I need some sort of instruction, right? Dare, puke, and I move, light pending, upon the future. Help me? Enlighten me.

You explore my meaning.

This pain

It's a heart missing what it wants. It's a vacant place, with the thing to fill not able to be found. It's a girl's worst nightmare, and a haunting current reality.

And I am losing another friend. It sucks. I can't pretend that it doesn't. I won't.
So you said I'm not alone, but then I am left lonely. What now?

All I wonder is if there is actually one who will ever want to be my friend, not just have it end up that way.


Let me know when the sun rises again, and I will gladly live.

The Verdict Is In

The answer is no.

How am I supposed to believe that they're all wrong?