Life's Methods

My lips are peeling! So horrible! Ugh! And it hurts! Knnccb. Hmph.
Sorry. I was just peeling them while waiting for the page to load. Factual outburst. You know how it is.
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You know how you always apply some of life's methods into your own life? For example, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' or 'if you can't accept someone's past, how can you accept the person now?'. Yeah that. Well, I find that some of life's methods doesn't work for me. They say that if you can't accept someone's past, you might not be able to accept that someone's now. Funny, that doesn't apply to me. Regardless of what that person might have done or gone through in his/her past, I can always find some way to accept that person as he/she is now. I am always, -and maybe forever- living in that grey area where you might or might not accept that someone as he/she is now. Not necessarily that phrase only la. Does the word 'might' even exist in that phrase? Is it inevitable? Unchangeable?

And you know how some people are like? Once they get hurt by the person they love very much, they are afraid to fall in love again? Funny how I am not someone like that, considering what I've been through. In fact, I rise again, and start looking for love again, with the believe that not every single person in the world is not like that. Is it a good thing? Being able to move on so quickly in life? So quick to heal all wounds? Only to have them scratched open again? And when its open, people pour salt on it. Those motherfuckers. I am going to burn all the salt shakers in their hands one day. Pffftt. '

Did you know? When my house got robbed in 2004, I didn't cry? At all? My mom and sister cried their eyes out. And when I talked to my aunt's close friend about it, she said that I am just the type of person who cries to show that I'm sad. It just shows that I'm stronger and I am capable of handling it just fine. I don't have to cry to show that I am sad, right?

You know what's the worst part? However I explain it, it somehow doesn't feel right. It just feels hollow. As though the words are all true, only my feelings contradict it. You know how it is right? Explaining something that bothers you but the words just don't have the right feel. Hmm.. I need to learn how to express and explain myself properly. Bahh!

I guess I am just retarded that way.