Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

What makes up your world?

Random musings on this, the titles just from a t-shirt that i have, but what makes the world yours to enjoy?

I watched a video on tangle about why people are singing.

They said something about their life that got them down or affected them...And then said, 'But i'm still singing.'

They mean singing in terms of praising God. But I've met enough people who know how to deal with things in a way that, when bad things happen, they still sing. They still look on the bright side of their life at the positive things they have. Theyre an inspiration to us all, because they sing always.

What makes you sing?

Theres something wrong with you.

You're sickening the way you are.

You think you're okay now?

Fuck you.

You think things are going well?

Fuck off.

Thats just big headedness...You're disgusting, you depress and destroy everyone and everything.



You think people care about your stupid problems?



Like these people with their own problems, listening to someone whining about you?

As if. But you sit there with you're little list of problems and hope more than anything that they'll help.


You really believe they care about you? Ha! They feel sorry for you, its the only reason theyve stuck around you this long. Theyre good at hiding it, but its just a front to stop you from going and doing somethng stupid.



You hang out with nice people right? People who dont like seeing people hurt? That doesnt mean they like you, idiot, just that youre such a headcase they havent the heart to tell you the truth.



And your stupid second thoughts about self harming.

NOONE CARES!

Get it into your fucking head!


You're broken. You're not even worth fixing, noone cares about you so just get your little dramas out the way and jump. Its not that hard. Or maybe you cant even do that!

You cant even cut properly any more, patheticly thinking you dont need it.
You always need it. Its the only thing that saves you now.

No, not Mike, not anyone, because its all like a dream you'll wake up from. Just because you're too quick to be happy you now think sticking around might be a good idea.

Why? You're thick, you're ugly, you're fat and nobody wants you around. Noone would care if you left. You make no difference when you tell people you love them, even if its true in your little desperate head. All you can do well is mess things up.

Get out of your stupid little world. Stop pretending like you're worth it.