Fucking Fairytale.

Stop expecting life to be a fucking fairytale.

Stop being lazy and full of bullshit excuses for everything you do.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself about the results you don't get from the work you don't do.

Stop expecting people to be exactly what you want them to be,
stop expecting situations to turn out how you want them to,
and stop getting so goddamn upset about everything that doesn't go your way. It's pitiful as fuck.

Life is not a fucking fairytale.

Things aren't going to be the way you want them to be.

People aren't going to be exactly who you want them to be.

Stop lying to yourself.

It's all in your head.

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD.

You become what you make yourself become.

Life is life is life is life.

Deal with it or shut the fuck up and quit bothering other people with your pathetic bullshit.

-note to self

Everything We Say Is Fake

The things you say and write without the intention of showing someone else are your real thoughts.

If you're saying something to someone else, you're going to alter it in some way: change the words you use, change the tone, take out or add something; you're going to filter it in one way or another.

We're bullshitting people when we do this.

Our brains have been programmed to filter our words like that.

There are a few exceptions, and those are the people that we often label as "assholes" for being upfront and honest.

But really, we're the assholes for being fake and judging other people for actually being real.

We do it out of jealousy. We wish we were bold enough to say what we feel without the fear of being judged.

We're far too pretentious to admit it though.

My Thoughts About Priorities

People's priorities are all over the place.

My mother sees me being bitter and selfish consistently, yet she confronts at me about things like not cleaning my room.

My room is a mess, but so is my life. 

How can I justify making time to clean something so insignificant as my room if I have yet to find enough time to clean up my life?

It doesn't make sense to me to clean up my room and make it seem like I have my life together when I don't.

If I am really a mess, my room will represent it.

If I don't have all my shit together, cleaning my room and making it seem as if I do is fake and misleading in my eyes.

I will not go out of my way to make things seem a way that they are not.