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Last one !
It kind of goes with that theory a friend of mine came up with.
(Mentioned earlier in the blog.)
And yet not at all.
Just focus on the
RESIST

Hehehe Procrastination. <3
~Maria

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Keyboard

Hah. Two blog posts in one night. Wootwoot!
Another one of these weird incomplete-probably-never-to-be-completed song things.

HAH! And you tell me you ain't dying!
You tell me you're just fine!
So here I go.
Let me laugh in your face, as I see your eyes.
You lie.
Let me laugh!
You tell me you're not dying!
Not in any way shape or form?!
You idiot. t.t.t.t.
Let me tell you, dear child.
I know.
We all know.
That you're crumbling and falling.
Let me laugh as I see you've finally lost.
HAH!
I see you lying on the kitchen floor.
Slippin' slidin' rolling groaning moooooooaaaaning.
And still you screech that you're just fine.
Dear child on the floor.
You humor me.
HAH! Let. t.t.t.t. Me. Laugh!
It isn't funny at all, but I cannot stifle such smiles.
Let me know when you're rea-dy to tell me.
You aren't fine...

Hmm.. I wonder if Regina Spektor (<3) does this?
Late night bursts of energy and emotion.
Pouring out onto paper.
Pressing keys on the keyboard.
Making music and making letters.
Some nights are harder than others, we all know that.
But the ones that simply flow, are those you should keep in your pitcher.
And yes I did just say that.
And no I have absolutely no idea what it means !
Well, that's life.
Take it as you wish.
To each his own.
You know how it goes.
Til next time, my solitary reader.

~Maria

Desert-ed.

Fleeting flying happiness.
Running smiling time.
And I run and I run try to catch what you call life.
And the words fill up my brain and the meaning just leaves.
Now I feel deserted and empty.
Like the little cactus you used to sing songs about.
Prickprickprick.
You'd tell me the cactus - its gonna - its gonna.
Get.
You.
And when it does, you told me, in sweet melody and harmony, its gonna hurt.
It will.
It's gonna gonna gonna.
Mister Cactus won't you soften.
Mister Cactus won't you help.
MiMiMiMiiiister.
Cac-tus.
And the birds start a runnin' when the lizards stop a flyin' and the people start a fallin'. Dear Mister Caaaaaaactus. Prick. Me. Now. -

~Maria

My Personality According to Facebook

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0 50 100	%
Openness	88%
Conscientiousness	63%
Extraversion	44%
Agreeableness	100%
Neuroticism	69%

True or False?
Well, nobody's reading this, so I'm asking myself, I suppose.
In the middle.

~Maria

Spheres

It honestly seems like all my life, I have been told to either have more confidence and believe in myself, or I have been told that I am concieted and narcisstic and much too proud.
One thing I have always always been told is that I take everything and everyone forgranted.
And I do.
I do realize that everything and everyone are precious and deserve to be treasured.
But I just don't act as if I do.

Another thing I have noticed is the idea that there are always exceptions.
That nothing is completely one thing.
Everything is three dimensional, with many many sides and characteristics, as are people.
I cannot wholeheartedly hate anyone or anything.
There is beauty in everything, and I cannot hate beauty, even if I am jealous of it.
I just cannot.

~Maria

Pushover

Pretty leaf(:

Well, I feel bad.
But it feels pretty good knowing I wasn't a pushover.

I heard somewhere that pride is one of the seven deadly sins.
Yet I've grown up with people always telling me, "Be proud of your accomplishments!"
I don't want to be proud of them.
I'd rather hide away whatever nonsense they were referring to, have no confidence, and be the humblest of all rather than sin in such a way.
And yet, I am concieted and proud, rotten and cocky, and I have done nothing to change that.
Well, not yet anyways.
Beginning today, I will be shy and humble, not proud of anything of myself or my own.

Pretty heart leaf(:

~Maria

How I love Facebook Quizzes

"MELANCHOLY"

You are a deep ocean and just as violent. You are emotional and thoughtful, artistic and musical. Even if you don\'t draw or play an instrument, art and music play a big part in your life. You are talented and creative. You are philosophical and poetic. Sometimes that means you create a piece of art or poetry, and sometimes it means you have a new idea or a new way of approaching something. You are always an original. You underestimate yourself and are sensitive. You put others before yourself. You feel their pain. When someone has a problem, they come to you. Not to solve it, but to cry with them. You are analytical and conscientious. Even with all this analysis you are idealistic. You appreciate beauty. You see things others miss, and can feel a problem coming like a chill before the rain. You are orderly and organized and strive for perfection in everything you do. You value things, people, resources. You are very focused on the details. You make friends cautiously and the friends you have are few and very close to you. You are very faithful and devoted. You value loyalty and can become resentful if betrayed. You seek out special people who see your depth and beauty and they travel with you for long friendships. You have a deep concern for other people and will listen to their complaints. People rely on you. Introvert: The Resident Genius.

What do Your Eyes Say About You?

Result: Mysteries.

When people look into your eyes, they see mysteries galore. You're a deep and intellectual person, and others can see that through your sparkling eyes. You're quiet and shy, but once you get to know someone, you become comfortable around them. Your eyes often spark c...uriousity in others, and it bothers people how they can never tell what you're really thinking. You're hard to read and often hide your true emotions.

~Maria

wwjd

Some things are worth getting angry over. Some PEOPLE are WORTH getting angry over.
And then there are those who just.. aren't.
There are different things which make people and things WORTH anger.
And there are circumstances as well.
But one thing that truly defines it is your disposition.
Your attitude, if you will.
Mine was simply that I was just going to stop caring.
Therefore I did.
I stopped caring entirely, and when I did, life got so much easier.
Well, it got easier in the aspect that I was done dealing.
Go me.
I feel absolutely no guilt.
None.
That's not normal for me - not to feel guilty.
So okay, I know it was wrong.
But I was fed up.
So, I finished it.
I myself feel better, but I know I should not.
Everyone else on the planet should go before myself.
"You aren't Jesus, you aren't perfect, take care of yourself as well, you need limits."
"I am not Jesus. I am not perfect. But I am told to strive to be like Him, to strive for perfection."
Although perfection is boring, I will never get there.
So I have no worries on that.
But I should feel bad.
However, I don't.
I'm just going to let it sink in.
I'll feel bad soon enough.
Stupid guilty conscience.
~Maria