God-given talent is an unfair advantage.

I should try to be happy more often.
It intensifies whenever I'm sad, sure.
But that intensifies when I'm being happy
which intensifies being sad
which intensifies being happy
which intensifies being sad
which makes me optimistic about when
I'll be happy again.

It's a cycle, you see?


I do think some things should be permanent,
Things shouldn't change, and it can be anything,
A leaf on the sidewalk or a stone that won't crumble
While people think and clocks wind forward,
Winds chill and the sun flares,
And they stay there frozen in
One second or one cry or one tear or one breath,
And we change,
are reminded how different we one day will be.

. . . There haven't been many things on my mind lately, except for the things I can't put into words. There isn't much time to think anymore :/

1. By the way, did I ever mention that I'm in a play? My school's fall play is Alice in Wonderland, and I play the Queen of Diamonds. I don't actually remember her in the book, but the version I read was an illustrated kid-version when I was four, so. . .


2. There are actually a few personal things I would like to mention, and I do. I do type out some unfortunate events in this white box as though I'd let the world share it with me, take it off my shoulders. But they come out like a string of words, like an actual string stuck in a needle pushed into frayed fabric, and it's disgusting. So I delete it all, and try with something happier or more worldly.
   
   And that's not even something symbolic or anything, it's just that repulsive that certain things bother me.


3. I really don't post very often. I've been absorbed in school and life, mostly my attempt at getting one. Sorry.

(and by the way)

• Looking like what society tells you to does not make you beautiful. You already are, there isn't a need for reassurance.