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'TELL YOUR SECRET TO THE WIND. BUT DON'T BLAME IT FOR TELLING THE TREES' - Khalil Gibran
We all like to get a load off and we all like to voice what's going on in our heads and sometimes our hearts because it's nice to hear someone say you're not crazy when you're pretty sure you might be. So sure, babble away, but 99.9% of the time that person will tell someone else and no doubt will embellish a little because they are now 'a source who is a close friend' and therefore have the exclusive on any information you have willingly given them. Sure it's annoying when they share your info and you may be left with a sour taste in your mouth but we live and we learn eh? In love and war, hold your cards close to your chest because at the end of the day, everyone is playing their own game.
HOW GOOD ARE SUNSETS?
Yeah sure they're pretty as fuck but they also draw a line under the day and promise a fresh start in but a few hours. As the guys from Fleetwood Mac would say, 'Don't stop thinking about tomorrow' but also, don't forget to stop and smell the roses. When you watch the sun go down, think about what the future holds, but take in the pretty colours that are happening right before your eyes. Then get drunk.
FORGIVE EVERYONE EVERYTHING.
But don't be a fucking idiot and throw yourself in the fire again.
DON'T BE THAT GUY.
Don't line up for shoes or clothing. They do not maketh the man/lady. It's lame and if someone see's you wearing it they know how you got it and they are laughing at you behind your back. Tickets for gigs are OK though, I'd probably camp for Prince. Live for moments not things because if it's all taken away, you'll be lost and going through yet another identity crisis. Eurgh, remember those?
GET UP EARLY.
Your boss and your anxiety problem will love you for it.
GIRLS. PLEASE STOP TALKING IN FUCKING BABY VOICES.
I think the Kardashians are to blame possibly. Or maybe it's an attempt to make the opposite sex think you are a vulnerable little play thing that needs rescuing (ew) or maybe it's because you're uncle touched you in your special place when you were a little girl? Look I don't know your reasons but cut that shit out.

