Thousand Foot Krutch — Outta Control
I wish I just had someone to purely vent to. Just freaking let out every deepest fear and frustration and question that I have.
But that’s against me. I can’t tell anyone anything. I hardly tell anyone anything. So many people have their own problems, why should I even begin to think they care about or want to be concerned about mine? Even if they do, then that’s only more stress on them. I don’t want that for anybody. I bear my own problems, with God’s assistance of course.
And don’t get me wrong I know God is there for me and all, etc. But sometimes I just feel like screaming out my problems to someone who would listen. Not sit there and talk to myself, not stare in my mirror like it’s someone who cares, and not sit in my bed at night as if someone could hear me. I don’t want to do that, it makes me feel like a lunatic. But it’s one of the only ways I have to put off crap.
Sorry if it offends you but not even Tumblr is safe enough space to post all my deepest frustrations in life.
I just sometimes wish I could talk to someone about it. Someone who wouldn’t say a word, but sit there and listen. Be concerned, but not be overcome by it. Someone who could just make me feel like I’m being heard. Someone who would make me feel like all my steam is gone. I wish I had someone like that. I wish I could vent like that.
But I never will. I’d hate myself if I did.
Kinda defeats itself doesn’t it?
Speedy shutting up.
Nobody truly gets over anything do they?
People walk around like “Oh, I’m over it!” when something, anything, comes across their path. But then they walk away, and maybe some 15 minutes or three hours later, their minds come back to whatever “it” is.
Do people get what it means to be “over it”?
It’s completely impossible… seriously.
To “get over it” means that it would have to disappear from your life and your memory. It means that it won’t ever bother you. Won’t ever even cross your mind. Not something you even begin to think about.
So let’s be honest, if there’s something out there that’s worth the statement “I”m over it….”, that means it’s something you’re guaranteed to take seriously right? Something you won’t really forget?
So how then do you get “over it”
no seriously, somebody tell me. I’d love to know.
There’s alot of crap out there, and a good amount of it, I would so love to get “over it”
That’s of course…. not going to happen. -___-
HELLO…. WELCOME TO LIFE… HOW MAY WE HELP YOU???
Ummm hi yeah, my name is Speedy and it would be so wonderful if you could BUG THE HELL OFFF!!!!!!!…. please?
WE’LL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO….
yeah you do that….
Speedy shutting up
Have you ever sat down and tried imitating the faces and emoticons you use on the internet?
(like that ^)
It’s funny, because I thought they were supposed to imitate us…
It just dawned on me why teenagers never like to stay home. They always want to be out and about with friends or doing something.
Because when they are home, they are likely to become bored… and when they become bored… they can be left alone with their own thoughts…
those thoughts will force them to come to grips with all the problems and troubles in their life… all the issues they have to deal with.
They don’t want to deal with them… they don’t want to remember the problems are there. So they try and run…
They try and ignore it…
and are always looking for something to do, desperate to avoid themselves.
This moment will too pass us by.
It’s this notion inside all of us to prioritize through our selfish eyes.
To be the bull behind the rampage, the reason for all the riot.
We’ll feed our flame before wasting time on everyone else’s, with more problems and less pride.
We’ll feed our flame before wasting time on everyone else’s, the gallows were not supposed to look like this.
This is easily one of the best ABR songs there is!
I love it :D