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BboySweet
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Country: Taiwan
Birthday: 12/13/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Daydreaming, Living in my own world, Creating my own reality, listening to music-nourishment for the soul, Dancin, B-boyin, creating art, thinking beyond the realms of the mainstream, philosophizin about the meanings of things that will never be known, chillaxin with friends, buggin out, enjoying life and taking nothing for granted
Expertise: forgetting things
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
9/27/2002
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| "stop bein a bitch" = the secret to success and happiness
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| you pretended to be someone your not so now you have no fucking idea who you are. You put on an act to hide your pain so that others will believe that your sane. through time, pain transcends into a numbness far worse than any pain. you lied to yourself long enough that you've become a shadow casted over the purity that once was. you become a reflection in the mirror you don't even recognize. you know the meaning of regret, you lost loved ones, you felt pain, you experienced loss. the type that left holes in your heart, you felt the essense of humanity leaving you little by little each day. eventually you cannot feel pain, joy, laughter, or happiness, these emotions are replaced by the numbness. life loses its wonder, you become complacent uninspired and motivated only by the need to survive solely for the mundane routine of the ordinary. the hardest fight is with yourself and it is one you cannot win. but you keep fighting because the only other option would be to give up and that is the same as dying. the more you give in, the more you are dying little by little each day until finally you realize you died a full life.
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| I feel like there is a part of me that my closest friends and family don't know. Sometimes I feel like half a person I can't express whats inside of me. How can you express something that someone else cannot understand and connect with? How can you hold something back that is so much a part of who you are without dying a little bit everyday. Sometimes I feel like I wasn't meant to be where I am. I love my family and friends probabaly more than I love myself. This thing thats inside of me, I feel like it can break me but it can also bring me to places I only see in my dreams. Am I holding myself back? is it selfish to express the thing that wants to fly free but cannot because of my own restrictions. Sometimes its better to have nothing to lose. | | |
| tryin to be is a reflection of a fragile ego. trying to hold on to something when nothing is forever. In the attempt to become the best you can be, you lose the purity of imperfections. The freedom to exist away from the storm. beneath the surface there is something pure and free. You are not an accumulation of your experiences, you are not a product, you are not what you dream and not what you imagine yourself to be. In essense, the purity of the soul is a blank canvas. A mirror reflecting whatever it is shown. A place where your life begins and ends. This is a place of purity and stillness. I Once visited a lake in China that was perfectly still. It reflected the mountanous landscape flawlessly. I threw a stone in the lake and the ripples spread throughout the entire lake distorting the perfectly reflected landscape. The ripples eventually faded and once again the lake was still. Cherish the moment. | | |
| what if doing the right thing meant doing the wrong thing in many eyes. what if doing the wrong thing and doing the right thing was the same. would u still do the right thing even if it means your life will change forever? | | |
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