protip:

Here's how it works, dear friends. You only get out of me what you put in (and that isn't a pervy joke, for the record). So if you ignore me? I ignore you. If you shower me with attention? I do the same back. If you are too scared to be yourself, I tend to not be as open. If you retreat to people who make it so you don't have to think? I stop bothering you with problems that need solving.

Don't sit there and write about how you've been replaced when you replaced me first.

the four noble truths.

1. Life means suffering.

2. The origin of suffering is attachment.

3. The cessation of suffering is attainable.

4. The path to the cessation of suffering.

I knew I wasn't crazy in thinking this... that it came from somewhere. Who knew it was Buddhism? Looks like I'm secretly Buddhist and didn't even realize.

To live means to suffer, because the human nature is not perfect and neither is the world we live in.

Although there are different degrees of suffering and there are also positive experiences in life that we perceive as the opposite of suffering, such as ease, comfort and happiness, life in its totality is imperfect and incomplete, because our world is subject to impermanence.

That's why the declaration of Independence states that pursuit of happiness- it isn't permanent.

The origin of suffering is attachment to transient things and the ignorance thereof.

The reasons for suffering are desire, passion, ardour, pursuit of wealth and prestige, striving for fame and popularity, or in short: craving and clinging.

Explains a lot, really.

The third noble truth expresses the idea that suffering can be ended by attaining dispassion.

Nirvana is not comprehensible for those who have not attained it.

There is a path to the end of suffering - a gradual path of self-improvement, which is described more detailed in the Eightfold Path. It is the middle way between the two extremes of excessive self-indulgence (hedonism) and excessive self-mortification (asceticism).

I'm still closer to hedonism than anything, but I suppose that knowing this makes it a little better.

i'm no hero.

Poised, I feel as though I am about to unleash the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. It's not a good feeling.

all signs point to yes.

Build. Construct your walls carefully. You leave a little peep hole. Observe. You see things happening. Fear. Fear always gets the best of you. The best of me. Why are you so afraid of happiness? Because it can be taken away? Happiness is fleeting, so grab it when you can and chase it when it flutters away on golden wings. That is suffering, and that is the meaning of life.

once upon a time...

There was once a prince who lived in a small castle on a hillside of a forgotten country. He didn't do much, but that seemed to work for that little hillside. Then, one day, for no reason, he decided to start digging under the hill. He had all the people of his tiny country help out and told them it was for the better of their people. They believed him and dug straight through.

The next day, the hill collapsed killing several of the peasants.

don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed

If it feels like fire, burns like fire, and hurts for a week because you've got third degrees, then it's probably fire.

makeshift wings won't get you far

You've built paper wings, and they seem to be carrying you far... but one day it'll rain and they'll be rendered utterly useless. That day, the world will know you were never an angel at all.