The Exception to the Rule

In the end, people are selfish. They only care about what they want and what makes them happy. It doesn’t really matter who gets hurt by what they do because they are on the pursuit of happiness, right? I don’t think people comprehend the idea that your course of action doesn’t just have an affect on you but also everyone else around you. If you find your happiness at the stake of another person’s happiness then you should take the time to reassess the situation.

There is such a thing as a happy ending and I do believe that everyone has a soulmate. But it’s not something you can force to happen, it’s something that’s supposed to just happen. You can’t keep going around in efforts to expect the next person you come across to be that person who will be yours forever. You can’t have those false thoughts that happy endings can be found if you search hard enough. It’s dangerous to be in love with the idea of falling in love because you’ll never truly know when it’s genuine or not.

Your pessimism causes you to be blind to the good that people have done for you. You lack the comprehension to understand how much we truly care just because of soft words spoken by a so called oracle and witch. You have the mind of a child in which it’s so easily swayed that you don’t really have your own mindset. You follow the tides and find sense in complete blasphemy and fabrications of a nasty web that holds no truth. I’m not scolding you to be an optimistic but just to be a little realistic.

I got a haircut recently. Apparently I don’t look Korean anymore and I look like Conan O’Brien now. People have told me that I look like a duck and at the same time I look older. I resemble the original Karate Kid. I look more “sophisticated,” whatever that means. I’m addicted to Skyrim, Minecraft, and League of Legends. I find joy in building gundams, which reminds me that I need a new hobby knife. I am currently finding pleasure in the new playlist I made. The nonmurdered and original version of The Girl Is Mine by Michael Jackson is such an ear pleasing song. I shall be attending classes at Millenium Dance Complex very soon. Now I’m off to the gym.

League of Legends over friendships any day.

I think popular culture took a toll on the majority of the population. It seems as if most people cannot get through reading a small paragraph and truly understanding the meaning behind it. You can’t skim through writing as if you’re watching TV in hopes you will get the message. You are so used to flashing lights and mindless technical events to the point where your attention span is like one of a gold fish. I hope that one day your mind develops enough to where you can have an intellectual conversation.

Going to Disneyland in a couple of minutes. Yay for fattening food! :D

I was dancing at the gym and after the song finished I started crying. I don’t why I did, but I did. I didn’t really care about the people that were around me because at that point I felt like I was invisible. Apparently this girl in the room was watching me and she came up to me and asked if I was okay. I wiped my face and I told her I was fine. After a moment, I felt her embrace and all I could feel was warmth.

I’m going to a new place to write out my thoughts. I can’t help but constantly think about what people are going to think about when they read what I’m writing. I know that you’re not supposed to care but I can’t help it. It limits my creativity because I’m constantly worrying if people think it’s stupid or something. Although it makes sense to me I don’t think it makes sense to anyone. Overthinking - you know the deal. Anyways my thoughts are clouded and I can’t see them clearly with these concerns wrapped around me.