All that bullshit.

And then life gets monotonous. So monotonous, even the monotony seems monotonous. And you reailse you’re still doing what’s become monotonous. One of the things you always hope will help you discover something about yourself and it will change your life in some way or another. But it hasn’t done that in the past. It still remains monotonous. You see the same faces again, do the same stuff again, feel like you’re taken for granted the same way. No good feelings. Nothing seems to be coming out of it. You’re still stuck in life. Not moving forward. Not gaining anything at all. You feel like changing something. You feel like shouting at people. Doing something you’ve never done before. Doing something you always wanted to do.

Not gossiping. Trying to set limits while you’ve been telling yourself all you life there are no limits to anything. The sky is the limit. Fight with a friend. Not be someone everyone is concerned about. Talk to that girl. Have a life changing experience. Do something worth it. Do something that elates you; that numbs your mind. Have your own life. Have people who understand you. Not the ones who expect you to live the way they expect you to. And manage to keep all of that in your own little mind and still stay calm.

Run into someone who broke your heart and still smile. Pretend to have gotten over it. Have something new to wait for. Not remain safe. Ruin something you want to repair. Not fool with something you don’t care about. Surrender. Kick away the pride. Look for help. Cry; get down on your knees, pray. Wish everything changed suddenly. Wait for your angel. Find something that’s not your own and make it your own. Experience life. Avoid hypocrites. Love what you do.

And all that bullshit.