Fuck u, world.

Pressure brings out the best in you.

You get your way only when you aggressively go after it. Not when you pray to the angels.

Breaking everything in your ex-boyfriend's house when he dumps you, gives you the highest high. Makes you happy, gives you reason to love yourself more, move on and get a life. It makes you realise how you deserve so much better.

Your best decisions are those that you take not in moments of blissful inactivity and rest, but those taken impulsively, foolishly, in anger, in rebellion, in protest, in seeking vengence.

You let go only after you've been burnt.

Your best writing happens when you're under the cloud. The best pictures when you're most lonely.

You get smarter after you get really pissed or taken for a ride.

Optimism comes back to bite you in the ass, and make a joker of you to the worst audience -yourself.

You love being angry, admit it.

You hate the people you love, becuase you love them like you do. You love the people you hate because you need them.

Positivity is overrated.

Faith heals?

Are there signs I´m not reading? What am i trying to hold on to? Should i let go?

PS - The above pic has been taken at the Vatican museum. By me. I like the pics i take. See more at my Flickr site at the link given on the right.