Mad World.

I wish people were more appreciative of the things they are given. I see so many instances with my friends, and even complete strangers where they are; to put it bluntly, being spoiled fucking brats. Someone worked hard to give you the great things you have. If you work for yourself, this doesn’t always apply to you. Even still. This generation carries such a sense of entitlement. It’s all me, me, me, or that’s mine, mine, mine. I hardly meet someone who cares about someone else, or who even thinks to make the time to give a shit. I don’t ask for much. Just that you step away from yourself on occasion to appreciate that even at it’s seemingly worst moments, life’s not that bad. Be thankful that most of you know who your family is and were able to grow up in something relatively stable, with government regulations to at least keep you reasonably safe. We have so much here and it’s all taken for granted. Take advantage of the opportunities you’re given and realize how special they are; but never forget how lucky you are. Self-absorption is generally repulsive. Give a few shits every now and then. It’s not too hard. It just doesn’t make sense to me how selfish and ignorant people are.

Drifting by the Silence.

I constantly wonder how my life looks in other peoples lives. Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going for myself? Or are they fascinated with who I am? The thing is no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome. Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. People are so quick to judge nowadays. You only see a person from what they want and allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as I can, and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. It’s just that way that everyone will assume that every thing in my life is okay. That I never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that's recently become very delicate. The truth is no one really knows me.

No one will ever know me, and sometimes that really scares me.