| those stupid little girls.
those stupid naive girls. the ones you see in the movies. the ones that are tragic. the innocent ones you feel for. the ones that believe. the ones that end with happily ever after.
but that's why there are movies. the idea of this fantasy fairy tale is as close as we can get away from the reality.
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so stop telling me to believe.
stop telling me to be that naive girl.
stop telling me that there are such things as faith.
stop breaking my barriers.
stop making me doubt my own principles.
stop giving me that fragment of hope.
there are no such things as exceptions. so stop telling me you're mine.
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| having an impatient person waiting is like dying.
people wait because they know that eventually, it'll get to them.
people line up because they know that you have no choice.
whats my motivation if there is no hope.
i choose to wait. yet i had a choice not to.
what am i waiting for that might not even come. what am i trying to accomplish.
day by day, i sit here and wait for this unpredictable, misunderstood thing.
there's no way of telling if the line has moved. theres no way of knowing whats lies in the end.
distractions are just ways of killing time. i used to want so much time. i couldn't get enough of it. life was constantly running so fast and i needed it to slow down. now i just lie here. waiting. one day after another. rotting away.
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| music. they take you back to a time when memories were made.
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can something you've never heard of because take you back to times where you've lingered?
something about those strings of notes. the melody that flows not only thru your ears but into your soul. it makes you shiver as each sound resonates a time. a place. a moment. and then it stops. you shake out of your thoughts. and back into reality. then you realize that everything you had just felt is from the past. until the repeat function on your wmp activates again. and your back. this time, you feel your heart racing. your eyes are closed. your head is down. you let the music carry you like a rush of current. the water is warm and you're floating. you are weak. both happiness and sadness intertwine. you're confused, but you don't want it to stop playing. these thoughts, these feelings. no matter how painful, its better than not feeling at all. your eyes starts filling up. you wish. you hope. you long for. but you know it was never there to begin with. a time when you were naive to cruel emotions. you blink, tears fall. but for what. for who. no one. and no one knows. you listen. i anticipate for the last note. it ends. you open your eyes.
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| blahblahblah.
sometimes you can be so easily motivated. then the next moment, you feel that all is lost.
what do you do to bring the spark back?
i need motivation. a goal for me to reach. something to aim for. something realistic.
after 4 months at the swinging gate restaurant you are told that due to low business you are going to be laid off. what options does the manager have regarding your severance and what would be his best option and why?
fuckin' human resource management.
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