All it takes is a note...

I've been reading through notes for the past few minutes, because I have nothing better to do. And I've realized, it takes a simple note to tell others how you feel, it takes a little note to make bad things worse, it takes a note to do more harm than help.

It seems as thought everyone is going through some kind of heart ache. Whether its the loss of a friend, and boyfriend, or even a relationship problem. Lets face it...DRAMA HAPPENS. Its up to us to be mature about it, and live through it, taking the opportunity to solve the problem to learn a life lesson. A real friend will always love you, no matter what words are exchanged, or what facts are misunderstood. True friends are willing to work things out, as opposed to arguing and turning their backs on each other forever. I takes a note to get things started. Just a single note saying "You are important to me. I need you."

Relationship problems are common amongst teens. I've come to learn that although there are obstacles, that if its meant to be, together you shall remain. But if it doesn't work out, look at it this way: Everyone comes in and out of your life for a reason; some are meant to stay, while others weren't. God has a plan for you. And if he makes a decision to take someone dear to you out of your life, thank him, for this person was most likely causing you to cry yourself to sleep regularly anyway. But this can be avoided. It takes a simple note to say "I love you. You are my everything. I want to work things out".

Some people are just generally lost in life. Not knowing which way to go. Unsure of whom to trust and who to disregard. What is real, and what is artificial. They are currently say, for reasons in which are unknown to them. There's so much on their mind, and they don't know where to start. They sit, crying, without knowing who actually cares. They begin to write a note. A note that begins as meaningless chatter, but ends in a new beginning. A beginning in which they begin to realize the source of their problems. A beginning in which that one comment, from that single person that cares, can immediately start to make a change.

Notes are indeed powerful. But why do we write notes? Its universally understood that things are more official and professional in writing, but when it comes to feelings, must we preeminantly think of professionalism? By writing notes, we are indirectly telling those we care about how we feel. Its okay to vent. But I feel as though we are taking it too far. I feel as though we (yes, WE) are using facebook to hide from our problems. When will it stop?

True Friends

True friends. Always there for you. Always understanding. Always forgiving. Am I wrong?

There always comes a point in your life, where you go through changes. Changes that can alter one's life forever. Changes in which you need the support of those that care for you, of those that value you to some extent.

Unfortunately, not everyone is as caring and as true as they seem to be. Oh, yes, indeed they are real to themselves, but are not true friends to you. They may see your time of need, a time you seek their help as a time to bash you, your situation, or your personal business. They may use your own emotions in order to manipulate your mind. Make you feel as though you're a villan, make you feel guilty more so than you already feel.

I true friend isn't one that will be sensitive to the little things: A bad hair day, an "off" comment, and small insult, or a little accident. A true friend won't turn their backs on you, regardless of what you may say or do.A true friend will help you through good times and bad. Be there through your triumphs and your losses. A true friend will stand with open arms; always willing to give advice, and wipe away the tears.

Maybe its just me, or maybe there aren't really many true friends left in the world. Maybe as humans, we're so easily brain washed to believe that someone does care, when they really dont.

Why is it that people decide to waste their time and yours, and say they care, but when it comes time to be sensitive to an issue, they shut you down. Make you feel cheap. Make you feel guilty. Make you feel unclean.

I guess its all part of life. People come, and people go. Yea, some friendships do more harm, while others will last a lifetime. These are your true friends.

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Lying here on my back, I see another sleepless night. My eye lids just won't seem to meet for more than a second, because of the numerous thoughts flooding my conscience.

Am I changing? If so, is this change for better, or for worse? I think to myself. But another part of me, cannot help but think its the you that is changing.

You feel as if you know a person, when in all reality, you know who they want you to think they are. But one day, you get to meet this "stranger", which you thought you knew, for the first time. The irony of it all is that you can't pull yourself away from this "stranger". You feel as though there is something you must fulfill with this "stranger", for prior to the stranger's arrival, everything was perfect.

Or maybe this stranger, surruptitious and unpredictable to you, was just inevitably who the one you thought you knew has grown to be. Sadly for you, the only thing you can do, is bury your head into your pillow, to drown the tears, as the silence of the "conversation" penetrates your soul.

So there you are. Worrying about what is going to happen next. Attempting to cry your worries away. Hoping that these tears will lull you to sleep. You wishfully hope this slumber will be an eternal slumber. One for which you will never have to awaken; where your mind will be at peace forever more. But its not time to snap back into reality.

Change isn't always for the best. But I guess change can help us determine life decisions. Without change, we, as humans, would never get to experience this thing called life. Its difficult to believe how much a little change can hurt a single person; it amazes me how this is so. But, maybe the difference will work out in general. Maybe the string of sleep deprivaty will end...Or maybe, its time for a change...

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If you don't get it, its not really intended for u to know...sorry. Its really for myself, but i'm a blog whore.