The Nicest Badass From Another Universe

 You look up and realise this little bright falling star. Even though it's just a glimpse, you wish the world. You wish the wealth, fame, respect, power, love maybe health at the end?... because you are shallow. But that's all you have with your ignorant mind. You can't help it. You don't mind as well. You just wish upon that specific, special little star and ask for universe to reward you to crown you. Did you really do anything at all to be rewarded ? Why would you always take? Selfish... aren't we all? Are you even ashamed of it? Sometimes? Often? Always? Tell the truth. It's time.  Then you realise, you're actually at the seaside, alone. You take all the air you can into your lungs and inhale the beauty of the scenery, smell the seaweed and the sea. The waves are murdering those giant rocks... the waves are singing their own song, just like wolves. The eacho disappears into darkness of your ear drums. Stereo but you hear it all mono. Then you think about

We still think about the past, even though when it's so obvious that the future is embracing us. We still think about them, unforgettable stuff. Even though it's just a history. Are we really ready for a change? Or this is another illusion of our utopia? Why are we scared of the radical changes? Too much time to think? So little time to write and accept. Never appreciating the beauties, life gives us... We just want to take and think how awesome we are and how unselfish we are all the time even though it's completely the opposite... Will we ever learn? Do we suppose to believe? Does life is playing with us or some deity up there is testing us? ... I've been seeing some really messed up stuff... Ups and downs - highs and lows... This time; this can't be a coincidence. It just can't... I never imagined myself to feel superstitious... But here we are. And this is real. This is happening. I needed change. I AM CHANGING... I am evolving... And even though it scares t

Dudes, Dudettes, Apache helicopters and Boobies, -(Another very "I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth"  post incoming.)   Hello y'all. Listen everyone. Let me clear it all up. This blog is my own personal complain bitchlog (yes I made it up)  I might post really sentimental stuff, poem, life complains...etc. basically whatever the fuck I want and yada yada yada... so if you'll get offended easily then I suggest you leave this site immediately and never come back! EVER! :3  Now where was I.  Oh yeah, MY ALLERGIES! THIS EFFIN' SEASONAL CHANGE SERIOUSLY WILL KILL ME SOMEDAY. I'm struggling with seeing a doc because of my anxiety... I'm anxious because I can't see a doc and I can't see a doc because I'm anxious. Vice versa! This is the evil circle I need to  get rid of...  Nowadays I don't feel like a human at all... Well I wasn't quite a human before as well but, this mental asylum (possibly baby Arkham) is

Verse 1: I love to write but, I usually write when I can't sleep. And mostly in the middle of the night or morning. My mind starts working and I can actually think those hours... My brain stops working in the day time, I can only create and get inspired at night time. My mom calls me night owl. I  am a true nyctophiliac. I'm okay with being one. Verse 2: i can't sleep, because I'm judging myself because I feel useless again. Thinking of weird past stuff again, loads of regrets, heart breaks, embarrassment, past life torture... Why am I still doing this? Verse 3: I'm stressed out. My allergies kicked in again. And every time I breathe i can hear the little noise in my lungs just like a baby hurricane... If I don't cough, I can not breathe. It's only October... Man, it looks like this winter will be rough for me, this time. I need a doc asap. But I have panic attack and even thinking about going away makes me feel really anxious...

  Hellow, hellow. This is your captain Giz speaking;   Today's diary log will be about social media, mental health, swearing and possibly friends... So sit back, buckle up and enjoy your flight!   It looks like I'm back ladies and gents, I really don't know what I'm doing at the moment (yes still) so I'm trying to "go with the flow." I've had major radical changes. (definitely not mentally) But I would like to save that part for later. Let's talk about social media now. For curious eyes, I've been missing in social media for years now. I am definitely NOT back. Well let's explain it like this, I like to hang out in a place where/which doesn't bore me and pressure me to death and where I like to keep it simple, down to earth and clean (well not too clean bwahah). So this website will be the first pain free experience, because I feel I can control almost everything, almost. And the best is, I don't give a single flying fuck i

 " Art for arts sake "... With a very shallow and down to earth beginning. So you understand. I personally believe that the real feeling of the art should be between the artist/entertainer/actor/musician/etc... And the piece itself. There is no actual way that you can trully appreciate and feel/live the exact moment and troubles with the "creator" (human version) I never understood when the creator downgrades themself to let the peoplw keep up with him. I am strictly againts it. You probably consider these type of mind as: stuck ups, posh, arrogant... Etc. Well did I say you can not join the "illuminated artists"!? No. It's a welcoming group of people. Not like what you think. Please try to understand them. Do not expect them to understand you. In order to create they're giving tremendous amount of sacrifices including their sanity. How could you expect them to understand you while they're struggling with their mental health?... See I tricked y

She opened her diary and wrote these bitter words:   "Please ignore me, act like my friend but stab me on my back. I wouldn't say anything. Tell me lies. Just lie to my face. Tell me you support me but never do. Tell me good stuff but don't mean it. What am I? Honestly... Let's sit down and have a word;   I was never your friend. I was just a "filler episode" in your life. Now that time is over. You will never see me ever again. Passive aggressive... right! Who are you to look down on me!? Who are you man..." She opened her eyes. It wasn't a dream. She was forcing herself to take a revenge. But on who?

Uh... Well.. Hi. It's been 2 years dudes and dudettes... I've grown into my shoes finally! look at me I'm adult and shit... More to come my dear earthlings.. Bye for now. -Gizem