Listening to: Ronald Isley - Contagious
Feeling: abused
Have you ever walked in Good Faith ?? Or a Path that seems carved out for you ?... As dangerous and unpredictable as it could be at any other given time, you still Walk. Even when the begging of Friends gnaws at you ??
With every step, the faster you move, and the further you retreat -- it feels right. Even though the anger of your Friends lingers in the atmosphere once they track you down. Being scoulded and the unbelieving Glares as the Foul Discontent of your Actions leaves a sour taste in the very mouths that usually smile not frown.
We were Clubbing, the two of them were having a good time with the guys. They both obviously had a wonderful time. Why blow the mood with a damp discontent. Didn't seem like i really needed to be there to hold their hands so... I left, and it felt good. I felt like i wasn't being observed. I could be myself, without having to always do better. To perform... Raise the Standards.. as it were.
Because in so many eyes, i always must perform to - if not raise these Invisable Standards -- As if that's all that i'm supposed to do with in this Certain Clique. I'm always meant to Produce Pleasing Results.
Somehow, doing nothing but being myself for a change, without the Exploitive and believing so Deeply in something that Breaks every Boundary is all we really need to follow....
It beats any Quotation, any Advice or any Medical Prescription around. Just let your Heart do the Walking for a Change -- it does a World of Wonder, even if the World seems against you because you're not Performing to it's Script. Sure it could scare a few, Severe a Friendship or two -- But at the end of the day... Much like Bridges; Friendships will be Rebuilt given Dedication. Press on People. Just have Faith in knowing Faith too can Bend and Twist in the most Unimaginable, Nasty way Possible... And still mean the Best.
haha but yea...uhhh i guess i made this user name wen i was listening to an against me song called *shit stroll (nah nah nah)* lol so yea...
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