UnsungHero0141

let not the imagination roam for the mind is a culture of horrors and wonders, but rejoice upon the outlet as a blessing for creativity.

Its a hard thing, loving someone. You can be mucking about. Living your live when suddenly, your wishing nothing more to hold them. To hug them, cuddle them and just... have them around you. To sit and wonder whats going through their head and whether or not they think of you. Its hardest when arguments come up. The subtle ones that hurt the most. Like gripped a knife thats been inside you for years and pushing it further. But it doesnt matter cause your weakness is them, your faith and love is them, your resolve is them.
          
          Tell me. Can you give your better half the same stone face you give to your rivals? Even when they sound hurt due to something your unsure of?
          
          If so please advise me. Lest i tak it one step at a time to make things right only to repeat the same cycle.

Anyone else just want to watch the world burn? Not metaphorically but literally. As to ruin someones day to the point of draining the color from their eyes. The satisfaction you'd get from them crashing down to the dirt as their hard were was wasted and all for not. That's fine is im the only one. Its mostly my inner thought but on a serious note. The amount of positivity and back hands on this app is pretty nauseating. I wish for the return of days when people posted "fuck that guy" for no reason. Sometimes being the bigger person is just not worth the world of despair you have the potential to cause. The amount of pain caused for the split second they wronged you. I feel its more than warranted. After All, saints themselves were never perfect. Why should you?

"mercy to the weak is a bigger crime than going easy on them. There is no bigger person when you have the bigger stick, use it."

Am i the only one that gets nightmares just before their birthday? Not just any nightmare but the ones you had a long time ago like last year or 5 years ago? Its a strange occurrence i think but then again i can just add it to the list of reasons as to why i dont really like my birthday... oh well.  

Have you ever dwelled on the past? Not the lie you spout when asked by a stranger or the motivational crap you read. But seriously dwelled on what your life would be like had you stayed home one day. Said no just once. Even go to church for just one time for an event.
          
          To thing on such things invite the assumption of regret and remorse for the past. Why is that bad? Not looking to the future? The future is unknown and those that believe otherwise will be surprised. Or maybe its bad cause you arent living in the here and now. Why would that warrant disregarding your past? Thats when you dig trenches with the circles you run through.
          
          Im not saying to disregard the present but there is nothing wrong with regretting the past. I regret my past. Had i tried harder in school. Worked out more as an athlete. Shut up and enjoyed the time with my girlfriend at that moment...
          
          Nothing brings up bad memories like missed opportunities. And ironically, they show up near my birthday. Its frustrating... 

"I offered you wealth, property, money. All the simple things of a corporate role and more. I offered you magic. Secrets. Revenge. A place by the river, the lights on the water at night. I invited you to share the dreams of a child, to sense the skin of another's sex, to hear all with the ears of a bat, to see with the eyes of a hawk, to smell with the nose of a hound. I could have given you thoughts in an unimaginable brilliant colour, or dabbling in the visions of an addict on the edge of death and seeing what he sees as he passes beyond, a glimpse of something more. We could have put you on the same eyeline as God Himself. I offered you visions, wonders, comfort, security. Whatever you desired. But you refused me. So then I offer you this alternative. Run, hide children because I've seen your faces and I can recognize you now; wherever you go, whatever you do, my men will follow you, track you by the prints from your fingers from the sound of your footsteps, and we will find you. And I will kill you and show your mangled corpse to my clients and say “These are the dead bones you were afraid of, and look how they died. I will do this to your enemies if you name them”. I shall have your skull on my desk as a paperweight and wish that you still had eyes to see my victory. This is my new offer. This is my promise to you, old friend." Some BBEG on reddit.

"An old soldier once said the healthy human mind doesnt wake up thinking 'it is its last day on earth' but in actuality it does. Eventually and unintentionally the question pops up. Most people nowadays brush it off as negativity. And 'bad vibes'. Those people are ignorant. Nothing wrong with it. But do yourself a favor and refects a bit. On the lows of your life. Your mistakes. Mishaps. Even bridges burned. Even 9/11 has a monument. Look back and wonder would you do it again knowing what you know now? Now go to the good times. The fun times. Think back on those you surrounded yourself with. Interesting realizations, no? Just remember that one day you ticket will be punched and you get the privilege to justify your existence to the being that saw fit to allow your creation."

Still alive!

Today. I put a gun to my head and looked in the mirror before pulling the trigger 3 times only for three disappointed clicks to sound off. They say third tines the charm. Not for me...