Immaturity is the act of compromising yourself in an unhealthy relationship.
This isn’t rocket science and for damn sure isn’t a new revelation. Such a simple concept yet how many people do we know constantly repeat the cycle of, “man, why do my friends only go for crazy motherfucking girls?”This leads to a few conclusions; either A, our friends are not as intelligent as we would like to think, or B, our friends are just as emotionally fucked as the people they are dating. (because who you date is a direct reflection of who you are, what you find attractive, what you find acceptable, what you’re willing to put up with and what you’re willing to be subjected to)
Maybe its you that I’m talking about. Maybe you are the moron who continually makes excuses for your boy/girlfriend. Maybe its you that perpetuates this cycle that continues to let shitheads go unchallenged. Maybe its you that secretly knows that this person isn’t worth your love, yet you continually chase after that one night he kissed you goodnight under streetlights so hard it made you float back into your room to write a livejournal post about, “how amazing and perfect he is.” But he’ll never kiss you like that again, and despite all attempts of re-living that night, he will perpetually disappoint. Because that night, despite all good judgment, you idealized. You see these people as the end all be all of love, when in reality, we are simply smelly and flawed boy and girls. We refuse to see faults and flaws when most of us are smart enough to know that no one comes wrapped in a little yellow bow and that none of us shit strawberry ice cream.
So why do we continually fall for the same shitty boy and the shitty girl rouse?Well, that butterfly feeling in your stomach is your worst enemy. That is the feeling love makes when its storming the castle wall of common sense. That’s what it feels like when someone’s smile has gotten the best of you and conned you into thinking that he/she is everything you’ve ever wanted. And that’s where we go wrong, because that’s when we believe that someone can ‘complete’ us. True love is when we complete ourselves, anything less is giving in, trading down and selling out. True love is when we are mature enough to say, “No. No thank you,” to someone who, despite how they glow under the moonlight, forgets to call the next day. (P.S. No one ever really ‘forgets’, its just a sign that they don’t care as much as you would like to think they do). To say, “No, fuck you,” to the cute little rebel boy who continues to string you along and break your heart. True love is knowing who, not only genuinely deserves, but is willing and excited to treat our love in a manner in which it deserves. True love is not giving time to shitty boys and shitty girls because we know we are better than that. True love is knowing the difference between someone completing us and someone ‘complimenting’ us.
True love is someone who will not eclipse our glow, only enhance it.
The days when the only time a boy had hurt you was by punching you in the arm...and even then it was because he liked you(yeah i still don't get that either).
The days when nothing mattered,nothing was serious.
When you're mum fixed your wounds with a band-aid, and your dad made your whole day better with an ice-cream...
If only life stayed that simple forever.
I always thought when you're older you know what you're supposed to do and where you're life is going to take you but obviously i didn't read the contract properly.
Oh well,this is half of the fun i guess...not knowing what's next and who's waiting for you around the corner=)
You've gotta swim, swim for your life Swim for the music that saves you, When you're not so sure you'll survive.
You gotta swim and swim when it hurts The whole world is watching You haven't come this far to fall off the earth The currents will pull you away from your love Just keep your head above.
I found a tidal wave begging to tear down the dawn Memories like bullets, they fired at me from a gun Crack in the armor, yeah I swim for brighter days despite the absence of sun Choking on salt water I'm not giving in, I swim...
If the world is ending,i'm throwing the party! Sad,small,sweet,so delicate... I found a box of sharp objects,what a beautiful thing<> A thousand clever lines,unread on clever napkins. You hollow out my hungry eyes... I came here to make you dance tonight// I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intensions. Sorry you're not a winner! I know you didn't mean it... Remember more than you'd like to forget. I'm stuck in this fucking rut,waiting on a second hand pick me up// Just forget me,it's that simple... [Tell me something sweet to get me by] Manage me,i'm a mess^@&*":[ The red ones make me fly,the blues ones help fall. This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough:] Strange maze,what is this place? i hear voices over my shoulder,nothing's making sense at all... The taste of ink is getting old. (Maybe it's not my weekend,but it's gonna be my year!) Thank you for the venom. I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar...? I wanna see you're face and know i made it home. We swing and we sway as this tiny voice in my head says "you're safe child,you are safe." You can sit beside me when the world comes down:] You were fake,I was great-nothing personal. I swim for brighter days,despite the absence of sun... Every dawn gets it's day like,every frown gets her way like, every step towards the daylight keeps you stumbling on... I choose the life i've taken,nevermind the friends i'm makin' It's our time to shine,through the down,glorified by what it ours! Don't you go changing for me! Think happy thoughts,think happy thoughts. I am,i'm ready to be new again,i'm ready to hear you say "who i am is quite enough":] My young soul has figured out just what life needs to be. Call this a mask;call me strong,call me a mess;call me wrong I often wonder just how deep i could sink my teeth into that crease on your arm,the place where all the good times,they go and grow!