aubreymai is sitting waiting wishing
..anything
How I did it: I've been tossing this around in my head and I finally came to a conclusion. It's a paradox. It will and can never be solved. I want answers, TANGIBLE results that can tell me exactly where I'm going, what to believe in and how to live my life. Unfotunatley, this is not how it works.
I don't like feeling vonerable and neither does anyone else, I think this is why I feel so empty. At least, I hope so...
Lessons & tips: Just live your life. Let fate guid you and stop worrying about what is to come.
roxii__x is being awesome :D.
I don’t know what I believe in anymore..
reincarnation sounds nice, though.
I was raised Chatholic and that God would help me though any hard times and all I needed to do was pray and believe in him…. After 3 miscariges, a failed marriage and selling my dream house, I have lost faith.
LetsFlyyy Its exam time and my brain hurts...
Im an athiest, and sometimes it can be so fu*king depresing. Not that my life sucks or any thing, i actualy have a very good life(Im a happy guy)... but there is this frikin hole indside, no mater how much i try to ignore it and just not think about it… the hole still there. But I geus it will come to me someday… i hope.
i’ve doubted everything except that their are experiences (I can’t even say that “I” have experiences), and I don’t think that counts. Science tells us that we deceive ourselves all the time. I’ve realized that a little self deception might be a good thing…. Also the questioning has to stop sometime, because the truth really doesn’t matter that much. As long as you can function what you believe is your own business.
i am not a christian… nor am i seeking any other religion to become a part of… i am looking for something real to believe in…
not sure what to believe in. i know not god, not politicians.
i’ll keep trying on this one.
kaedavis “Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got.” - Janis
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”
- Mahatma Gandhi
nevereallyready is editing her life
Couldn’t I just meet you
for a beer or a cup of coffee
and have the thought of your touch
leave me feeling satisfied?
But loving is an end,
and I will have the reasons,
each time I touch your face
in imaginary conversations.
Those dirty secrets
between the sheets
i wish
I had something to tell.
I can play the shapes
that frame my guilty conscience
my dreams have surpassed
innocent possibilities. . .