Wisdom from Bruce Lee

“You might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physically or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

I'm gunna print this^ and stick it on my wall.

Paper thin.

Lol i'm a douche. I hate how i eff up alot. Sigh sigh. Swearing so much now. I use to never swear. I was one of those kids that went ":O UMMAA!!!!". And now it's like fuck this, fuck that, fuck you, fuck me. Fuck everywhere. Up there. Down there. Left. Right. Ball sack vagina. I'm not okay :).

Sorry to everyone who witnessed the worst of me last night. I'm honestly sorry. It was difficult to stop because that's how long i've been holding it in. I did try to stop. I promise i tried. But i couldn't help it. I swear i will make it up to all of you <3.

Rose still rants.

Mkay. I see how it is. What made me text you? Really? Muther fcking really? Mkay then. Want it to be like this then fine. It'll be like this. You expect me to text you again? Well well, lower your expectations son. You will receive nothing from me. You know how stubborn i can get, prepare for the worst then. I lasted 3-4 days before, i can last a whole lot longer.

And dont you blame this on me. Dont you dare blame this on me. What, it's my fault things are shitty?? Is it really?? I dont understand what i did then. I tried to make things go back to how they were before but you're acting like a dick wad. If you want to continue this shit time we're having at the moment then muther fcking fine. I can do that.

Game rules:
- stop acting like an asshole
- send an apology
- don't take a week to talk/text

Failure to follow game rules result into Game Over. Consisting of Pissed Off Rose, Stubborn As Fuck Rose, and perhaps Ex Rose.

Let the game begin.

Rose Rants

I'm not gunna say what i'm ranting about. Or who it's aimed at. I'm just gunna go off so x0.

You stupid fucking fuck of fucks. So angry at you. Asshole. Fuck. FUCK YOU. Cunt. EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. FUCK. Anal bead. Stank ass muther fcker.

Yeah theres much more swear words but i don't usually swear so im gunna just leave it at that^.

I still exist.

So. Like. My other post wasn't good enough. So i guess i'll just type whatever comes to mind.

Disappointing. Being the disappointment. To others. Constantly. Fucked up? Positive on that. Can't sleep at night, can't wake up in the morning. Makeup to be my armor to help win the battle with my eyes. Painting, with my arm as the canvas. Disappointment. Times infinity. Mentally giving up. I can't be alone. That seems to be the worst time. With the thoughts. Bad idea. Bad. Bad. Bad. I'm not okay. But whatever. It'll pass. I'll enjoy the time it leaves. Until it comes again. It's on repeat. Life? Who cares, we're going to die anyway. No. Life is precious because we know we're going to die. I can't comprehend that. Fucked. Fucked. Fucked. I can't say. I can't apologise enough. Yes. Indeed. Truly fucked.

That is all.

Smile, it's okay. You don't have to be afraid.

Disappointment

I fucked up. No expectations here.

My invisible thoughts are taking over me

I was gunna type a shit load. But i really cbf right now. All in all, i'm not good. I'm not happy. I've lost all motivation to do shit. I'm like an empty body; a zombie. Daily tasks are just done without me realising i'm doing it. This long weekend isn't helping. Stuck alone with nothing to do doesn't help. So many moments left alone where i could of. But i didn't. It doesn't really help when the person that i listen to and that would help me most isn't talking to me. Don't blame him. I wouldn't talk to me after doing what i did. Ahh, stupidity :).

Loving life so much. The joy of waking up everyday and doing nothing. Simply fanfckingtastic.

Need to get my mind off the blade

I'm trying. But it's so hard. You have no idea how hard. It's hard. I can't live like this anymore.

If you can't live without me, why aren't you dead yet?

I freaking love that^.

So lately i've been so mother freaking depressed. Recently it's been wake up, get teary, trying not to cry, punching stuff, getting ready for school, try not to cry, get home, crash on bed, and then whatever the heck pops to mind til i attempt to fall asleep.

Too much worries. Too much thinking. Too much stress. It's just too much for me to handle now. I talked about it with someone and he told me to stop trying too hard. I have no need to try this hard. And i think he's right. I looked back at what i told him and there were so many 'im trying's. I'm trying to do this, i'm trying to do that, im trying, im trying, im trying. So now i'm not gunna try so hard. Whenever i try it doesn't end well. So now i'll just do whatever and whatever happens, happens. So many urges, and i almost came close to it. But thats what my trust sharpie and pen are for.

Don't you hate it when constantly you get shit for something, but it doesn't bother you. But then when a certain person says it to you, you instantly over think and think 'they're right'. So you change.

Ah, life.