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Hearts Akin, in Motion... Distant to Close... (if i only knew then...)
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Name: Era Loden. Age:16 I'm a plethora of ripped up little pieces that used to be a heart. But i refuse to be weaker than the one who broke it. Thats why im alive. I'm learning to live again, I'm learning to love again, I'm learning to breathe again. [2-29-12] P.S.- Thanks for over 3,000 views... *softly smiles*
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[Can't Wait to Go.] |
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[Stupid Little Siren Songs.]~ Theme of Kassei No Era. |
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[Neda's Lullaby.] |
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[Get Back In Line!] |
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[Falter.] |
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Latest Journal Entry
May 18, 2012
Depressed/One Direction Rant.
My, my... I'm such a pouty piece of crap. I've been so depressed today, and anything anyone says to me today that isn't what I want to hear is irking me... What's wrong with me? Why am I like this...Of course, every now and then I miss the past but that is constant and cannot be fixed. I feel there's something more to it. I'm not even close to good enough for my incredible girlfriend Ari... I'm not even close to good enough to have friends in my opinion.
I look in the mirror, and sometimes I like what I see. Other times, not so much. But appearance has never meant shit and isn't going to start meaning shit for all eternity. Really, it's the heart that counts. An ugly person who treats everybody right is going to have a myriad of friends, and a beautiful person who treats people like shit will live in loneliness. Its cliche, but I think its true...
Enough stupid rambling though. This is the reason I made this journal.
**This is a mini rant on One Direction from here on. If youre a fan of them, then don't read my entire rant and leave stupid hate comments. If you like something, then you probably shouldnt be reading what someone wrote about why it sucks, drown out any points they might make, and rush to its defense with a plethora of swears and threats. This is my opinion. It doesnt have to be yours. I'll respect yours if you respect mine. **
I CANNOT look at thefucking newest lyrics list without seeing "What Makes You Beautiful"- One Direction.
Now, the first time I looked at it, the lyrics were... well, in a word- "Mehhhh..."
To be fair though, I didnt have the slightest idea who One Direction is, so i decided to check them out...
**5 seconds later**
REALLY? ANOTHER BOY BAND....? Ugh... because everyone needs another Jonas Brothers, another Big Time Rush, now don't they? Oh, lord... damn it, damn it, damn it...
really? This is just another corporate assembled group of little she-males that is put together specifically so one girl can say "oh,I like that one!" And another girl will prefer the next, and so on, and so on...
Honestly, they write about the same vague conception of love being something that just works out the way you want it to for no real reason- they describe a relationship that has little to no substance so girls can just picture whatever they want to and say... "I want a guy to do that for me!"
So then, a guy does that for her. But what's to happen to this poor guy? He's rejected. Depending on how much of a bitch the girl is, he may be told he's a wierdo or a loser or whatever. And why? Because he's not as "Hawt".... as Jimbo or Augustus or Ultra Lord or who ever... i don't know their names...
Even so though, isn't it funny how that works out?
I'll show you why it works out. Because they paint such a vague image of what love actually is, girls picture this guy who looks like everything they want. When he doesn't look like that, they become angry because One Direction "told them" (even though they really didnt say much of anything) that this guy was going to be great.
Love isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and it certainly isn't vague either. Love is when you remember every little thing the person does and cherish it. Love is two people who smile together EVEN WHEN THINGS ARE SUCKING. Love isn't some little game where the person of your dreams writes a sub par song, sings it to you in an annoying voice, and the two of you live happily ever after.
As blissful as it can be, Love is a two edged sword. And it changes like the fucking weather. I know. I've watched this happen before my eyes.
Really take time to think about this.