There are days when everything goes wrong.
Like today, for me.
Today, I got in trouble when it wasn’t my fault. I accidently cursed in front of my friends (I don’t know how that happened, though). Everyone’s been blaming me and stressing me out.
But through the years, I’ve learned something.
“Put on some headphones and listen to the music.”
It’s the best thing you can do when you’re angry, or upset, or sad. Music is an escape from the world. And it can help you realize…that maybe you’re not alone in this world. Maybe there are other people in this world who know how you feel. Maybe–just maybe…
You’re not as horrible as you might think you are.
What I hate is how some people say that music isn’t good, especially rock or pop music. I disagree. I mean, some lyrics can be disturbing, but the music I love the most is the music that shakes you, the kind of music that no matter what, you can’t tune it out.
As if it’s trying to reach out to you unlike people who just let you fall.
It’s sort of strange–the things we hate can help us. I used to hate rock music, or anything like that. But now…I realize it is actually something to believe in.
You know, I also hate how people think crying is being weak. Okay, I admit, when you’re crying over small things, or things that don’t really matter, then that’s just…childish. But the people who cry over things that can never come back, things that should never be gone, they are the ones who can remember. They are the ones who can realize that some things gone can’t come back.
In short, the people who cry are not weak. The people who don’t show any affection or sadness are the ones who weak.
After all, crying is hard to do after so many tears are shed already.
Again, I don’t know if I expressed my thoughts correctly, but I guess I’ll go post this now before changing my mind.