My life at the moment

It isn't about the likes that you receive, or the appreciation that you get in return for doing something exceeding someone's standards. It's about voicing your feelings, opinions in a form that is memorable. A true musician doesn't perform for popularity, they perform to make other people happy, they perform because it's a passion that they love to express. The same goes for statuses, Facebook is a popularity contest to some but to others it is merely a means of contacting friends.

If people want to express their opinions, let them, if people use facebook as a means for self-motivation aren't you just encouraging negativity at the end of the day? Dressing slaggish, acting dumb, realising the risks but falling for them and moaning about them constantly for example. People need to realise what they're turning into, they're high on their dreams, burrowing off the naïvety of others. I even described others as that, failing to realise that, I - I was one of them in a way.

I was so sure that I was in such a solid relationship which instantly crumbled apart within a few days. Realistically, relationships end and that's only expected if things go bad, but you try ever so hard not to reach the point of no return. Having all of that confidence on a strong bond isn't something I should have done. I'd say at the time I didn't depend on it but now I no longer have it, i'm starting to think - did I really depend on it? Something that fitted together so perfectly couldn't have been forged. I miss the company.

Facebook only brings back the nostalgia that you once had, that you once cherished. Even the layout brings back too many memories. The chair i'm sitting in, the room i'm sat in, the monitor - they all remind me. "Friends you may like" should be "Friends you liked". Pictures of you and <> should be Pictures of you and the one you weren't good enough for and so-forth. Turning senile at such a young age is the last thing I want to be. I'm sorry for having emotions. In fact no, i'm not sorry. This is a lesson that's to be learnt.

Sometimes I think...

Why do I even bother sometimes? Right now, it feels like i got so much on top of me, not just metaphorically but physically as well, i am wearing a hat. Things have changed, people have changed, maybe its time I should catch up with the times; maybe I should change?
Now, do you remember the people you used to talk to every day, day in day out? All those memories you shared with them. That feeling of butterflies whenever you thought of that person? They're memories I dont forget and wont forget. Every time, i'm feeeeeling an insy winscy bit down I just sit there, reminiscing, a little nostalgia helps up the mood. Life is tough, things move on, you'll get through it. I tell myself.