Laugh it up

So let us say that I start coming up with random sentences and putting them together, regardless of what they're sense. I like cheesecake, but not the traditional one, I think that there's one made of "dulce de leche" that you can only get in Santo Domingo, that's DAMN good. So with the idea in my head I just start writing to work out my hand muscles, just because I feel like it. Note to self: Make sure to clean room and organize this months hate mail schedule. All and all, I don't think anyone will mind me doing this, since it's been 7 months since I started this and no one feels like writing one single comment. I wonder what will happen next month. But, if I think about it, I don't write for people to come and read, obviously, if that was my intention in the first place I would've posted more interesting things and stop bitching about everything that comes to mind. I don't like Goldfrapp so much, but their work is good. Every now and then I start to review everything I have posted so far and it's pretty personal stuff; and all of the music I listen to, which is diverse, and my sense of humor, and how I feel about the world, all of those things are pretty much like this brick wall that I made. Awkward. Not to mention the fact that I sometimes think that everyone wants to avoid me. If life gives you lemons, make bad lemonade give it to life and say: "I don't make lemonade, give me what I want". The blog is pretty much how I deal with those things. Now, where was I? I don't want to be an outsider, but that's just the way I've been living.

I believe that anyone who wants to do something has the power to do so. I have people that are close to me who want to believe otherwise, like in high school I wanted to study in Japan and I ask my then closest friend, and all she said was that no one can learn Japanese in one year. Sadly, I was naive enough to believe her. That person later turned out to be a self centered, back stabbing jackass, who's recently getting married. So now I sit in front of my computer and start letting that one out of my head, releasing that demon from my past. Does it sound like I'm exaggerating? If that's so, then how come I kept thinking about that for so long. It's not the comment that hurts, it's who said it. You expect a friend to stick by your side and as you stand up for them, for them to stand up for you. But, regardless, of the many times I've been put down, and made feel like I'm not worth living, I get up, and clean the blood off my mouth; and just laugh it up. One of the things I'm grateful about my personality is that I'm hard-headed; I don't generalize. Someone did something bad to me, but there's always hope in the next person, even though there's mistrust, I don't feel like judging anyone.

No one has that power.