You make your life what it is.
You're in control of the decisions you make.
You're in control of your life.
You don't control other people.
You can't.
You can't control the emotions and actions of others.
If people want to screw your life, they will if they can.
The only thing you can do, is swallow it, take it, and move on.
You're allowed a few moments to swear, scream and complain.
After a while, it makes no difference.
There's a lot of ways to live.
There's a lot of ways to think.
You can think of how to live.
Or you can live to keep thinking.
We all hurt. We all bleed. We're never alone.
We have friends. We have family. Maybe it helps to open up to someone.
People blame. Because its easier to do so.
Blame life. Blame the world. Blame the people.
Because imperfections of others are easier to spot.
But what of our own?
If people do shit, then they deserve shit.
You don't need to dish the shit out.
Let someone else do the dirty work.

Hmm. My life is rubbish now. I believe it is. I hope it will turnaround soon. I'm lacking in patience. A lot of pent up anger, rage, fury, bitterness. Although, on the positive side, amongst all my friends, I'm going down the career path I planned earlier, I have the only girl I want back in my life, and I still have family and friends. Well..that's...3 out of, what now, a couple of hundred things lacking? I'm stumped, and I'm fucked. Right now, if you think you're fucked, make a checklist, and be thankful for the things you're not fucked for. Especially if you -still- have a chance to make things right.

Before you're tired of living, and have given up on living.
Bent on dying.
Remember.
The people who are on the death bed.
The people who have terminal cancer, months, weeks, days to live.
Soldiers in the frontline of battle.
Fighting to live.
People you know and don't know about.
Think about what they'd give to trade places with you.
Dying, is not as simple as you think.
Neither is living, but many would give to live.
Try putting your life on the line, live on the edge, if you feel nothing, then maybe you're better off dead and donating organs to people who need them.

Well..prolly said enough. I'm tired. More than you think. Maybe you're tired of me. I won't blame you. I can't blame you. But if there's something you want to say, please say it to me. I can't take silence. It fills my head with things I'd rather not remember, rather not think about. So, if you will..talk to me, and don't let my problems drown your voice out. Good night everyone.