Fading Thoughts..

What is this about?

I like to think a lot, and because of this, I sometimes think of some phrases or sayings..? Idk what exactly they are called, but I have so many to the point where I started liking some of the ones I say, so this page is to just share some of these fading thoughts.The sentences in qoutation marks are not words of mine

I realized that if you're confident enough, you become attractive, it's cliche I know but it's just something I came to realize

It's not the time, it's the temperature of the heat

"Just think of me as the pages in your diary"

It's still up to you to change

How do you let go of your own skin??

How do you let go of the shackles holding you back

How can I emerge from my chrysalis

I don't think words matter from people, I look at some terrible people who still have platforms and regular people who get called cringe for being themselves, and they kept going, it did not stop them, so words are not more damaging than sticks and stones (if you don't care)

I want to be as close to you as I am close to my phone screen late into the night destroying my vision

Crying sells, but too much doesn't. How much tears can you sell before it gets salty

Time has the mic in its hands

You can break the ice, but you can melt it too

No one is focusing on your pimple

What's real what's fake if not what we assign

Convenience and Nostalgia are the longest and best selling drugs

You can make anything look cool if you love it enough

I will spend the rest of my life seeing the world through the lens of web colours

Nowadays philosophers will give you the secrets of the world in an Instagram comment section about a video on the aerodynamics of Mario's feet then add multiple crying or laughing emojis at the end to reach a wider audience

Should I feel like a terrible person??? I was simply trying to save myself, men really are selfish, but I think it was for the best, how can I walk back into a house I put so many locks on????? Should I apologize or just ignore it.... Is this who I truly am...?

I see a star shine at me, am I shining back? I guess it was my fault after all, Yeah bro just keep running away from your problems And you still can't see it all

I only appreciate my fingers when I'm anxious

My friends still wear the things that I make them and I guess that makes me happy sometimes, I am loved

Why am I laughing and smiling at my friends' misfortunes

Everyday is a special day

Insecurity is eating me up, I have to change

You gotta have determination and bravery like a house fly

You don't know the hands that you shake

"If hard work paid off the mule would own the farm"