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The light at the end of the tunnel


Bright-SunIs it me? Is it the advent of spring, or the warmer days, or the return of the sun, maybe it has nothing to do with it or maybe it’s all of the above?
Who knows?

All I know is that I don’t feel constantly tired and jaded anymore. I never thought that day would come, what a blessing!

I also have been working hard on myself, tried to find my new « self”, which would still be « me », after all …I really think I’m getting there…I am seeing the light at the end of the dark dark (and motherfuckin’ scary) tunnel! And it feels good! I’m peaceful, serene and in control of myself like I have never been ever before.

It paid off, finally, it did and god damn it, it was worth it! But I learned so much, along the way and I know I still have so much to learn …

They say “it is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles…” I actually had this saying tattooed on the back of my neck, in Sanskrit, a long time ago …

Developing a strong sense of self, true self, nothing is more important in the world.

To know yourself, look at your fears. Fear in itself is not important, but fear stands there and points you in the direction of things that are important. That’s where you can begin.

Wish me luck for the beginning of the rest of my journey 🙂



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Peace Out !

She used to not give a rat's ass!

She used to not give a rat’s ass!

I feel so angry and sad and lonely.

Why in the world are normal people happy ? Do they deserve it in any way ??

The ‘cool people’ crew, wow! They all look dumb and superficial and boring!
And I’m not talking « high-school » cool, I’m speaking of young rich and attractive people, soaking up each others awesomeness!

Sharing the latest trends, taking pictures of their mimosas and 15$ mokaccinos, flaunting their ugly Michael Kors (MK ULTRA, anyone?) purses …
So why am I suffering from not being a part of it? I’ve always been so proud of my individuality and my free spirit. I always had my own cool style, a classic-grungy-edgy style!

I used to spit on these stupid and mindless sheeps! And now, look a me! I feel like I’m trying to look just like them!

Is it that I’m changing ? No matter what I put on, I will never be like them, thank God.

I think that I worry too much.

Although I express myself with my clothing style, what I’m wearing, it doesn’t define me.

Even if in the other people’s eyes, it does.
It’s just a piece of fabric, after all.

For real :/


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