Bah what a stupid day
Found this quote from Grey's Anatomy:
"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."
Anyway, the blogger is going weird again, this posting page without any fomatting, just white and black words with blue hyperlinks and purple clicked-hyperlinks.
Anybody know what's going on?
I stongly suspect my Dad's doing, since he is online on the desktop now using the internet so God knows what he's doing. Probably stealing bandwidth that's why everything is so slow.
Nothing is getting better. So I have to wait somemore, like what I have been doing for the past 18 years. Just waiting for something to change because, everything needs a bit of luck for things to work fine. I don't get a share of that so like when you queue up to buy food, I'm still queueing and waiting.
I think talking to people helps a lot. They might be yelling at you, telling you that you suck, or to tell you to give up (on something that you've been working really hard for and would give anything for it to succeed), or maybe they question themselves openly that they do not know why they're talking to you. But it still helps. There's still that somebody on the other side who is talking to you. You. Me. Us. And that's something.
Life is full of imperfection. Life is full of failures.
Sometimes when I play the piano, I feel lousy all of a sudden because the music I produced sounded like... just sound. Not music, just sound, some noise.
When I want to write my thoughts down, I get annoyed sometimes because my handwriting is bad, or I can't find words suitable enough to describe things.
It's like I can't do anything right.
What a stupid day, a day of rest for me, yet got me thinking again, in circles.
Sigh.
"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."
Anyway, the blogger is going weird again, this posting page without any fomatting, just white and black words with blue hyperlinks and purple clicked-hyperlinks.
Anybody know what's going on?
I stongly suspect my Dad's doing, since he is online on the desktop now using the internet so God knows what he's doing. Probably stealing bandwidth that's why everything is so slow.
Nothing is getting better. So I have to wait somemore, like what I have been doing for the past 18 years. Just waiting for something to change because, everything needs a bit of luck for things to work fine. I don't get a share of that so like when you queue up to buy food, I'm still queueing and waiting.
I think talking to people helps a lot. They might be yelling at you, telling you that you suck, or to tell you to give up (on something that you've been working really hard for and would give anything for it to succeed), or maybe they question themselves openly that they do not know why they're talking to you. But it still helps. There's still that somebody on the other side who is talking to you. You. Me. Us. And that's something.
Life is full of imperfection. Life is full of failures.
Sometimes when I play the piano, I feel lousy all of a sudden because the music I produced sounded like... just sound. Not music, just sound, some noise.
When I want to write my thoughts down, I get annoyed sometimes because my handwriting is bad, or I can't find words suitable enough to describe things.
It's like I can't do anything right.
What a stupid day, a day of rest for me, yet got me thinking again, in circles.
Sigh.
