I am bitter. I am sweet. My name is Bittersweet.

I used to think that I could be the happy-go-lucky person a lot of people suppose I am. But that is much too depressing for everyday.
So I made myself a tumblr that would document my everyday shit that I just can't express to my everyday people.

~ Tuesday, February 21 ~

breatheyoudeep:

loveliest-tragedy:

gpoy

Gpoy, all day, err’ day.

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~ Wednesday, September 1 ~

quote-book:

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter - James Earl Jones

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~ Monday, August 30 ~

Believe

I have never been much of a success in any particular field of life. And upon reflection, I realized that it was in the lack of effort in my part to believe in myself. I always depended on people to believe that I can do the things I’m supposed to do with outstanding results. And for that I failed to make anything of myself without these people influencing my decisions.

Back in highschool, nobody believed that I can move mountains and bridge islands. And because of that I was nothing more than your typical run of the mill student with outstanding friends and unremarkable achievements. I fell short of everybody’s expectations, if any, even my own. Yes, I made friends, great friends in fact that I couldn’t ask anything more from them, but that is all I made in high school. No notable achievements that reached the school paper back in those days, and nothing to make the next generation of high-schoolers know that once in that school there existed a girl named Carla who made excellent friends.

I expected college to be much of the same mediocrity. But lo and behold, I joined an organization that had somebody that created miracles of people. She changed my life that I urged myself to do a lot of tasks I now consider successes. She, more than anything, believed – believed that it is within my power to deliver excellent results. And because of that, I did.

After college, I didn’t know where I am and where I’m going. I found myself in a desert of frustration and uncertainty; And the only oasis in sight was the past successes in college that proved to be nothing more than a mirage that made me stand rooted to the spot, gazing at with round expectant eyes wishing that the golden days would return. I didn’t realize that there are some things that should remain memories and not expectations. The glory days will not come back as the same. And if I were to have another segment of those years, I was to make them myself.

I need to believe. In myself and in my capacities.

And I need to forget and move on.

BELIEVE that I can do this, and you just might make a part of the future I’m trying like hell to build for myself again.

~ Sunday, August 29 ~

“ Writing is an act of hope. It means carving order out of chaos, of challenging one’s own beliefs and assumptions, of facing the world with eyes and heart wide open. Through writing we declare a personal identity amid faceless anonymity. We find purpose and beauty and meaning even when the rational mind argues that none of these exist.
Writing therefore, is also an act of courage. How much easier is it to lead an unexamined life than to confront yourself on the page?

— Jack Heffron (from “The Writer’s Idea Book”) (via ilovereadingandwriting) (via wordpainting)

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