I have flood of my ideas I can't describe how my ideas attack me anytime suddenly. How to invest this attacking of ideas and make it in your interest? This question need perfect answer and clear vision for orgnazing ideas and put it in ordered way. Another thing, how to emply your idea in your real life because the idea still imagination until you work on it and try to to achieve it. The important part is how to convert the words to items? how to convert your imagination to real image which has been show and seen to all the world. Actually you need planing first of all and plan for your plan (seems complicated but this the fact).
Finally I love my ideas .. :D
I've decided that I'm going to be sad. I'm going to embrace the feeling, welcome it with my arms wide open. I'm tired of the pretense, it's exhausting. It's hard to put up a smile for no reason. It's foolish to even try to convince yourself that the sadness doesn't exist. Because it does. It runs deep within you. And the only way you'll ever get rid of it is if you acknowledge it first. So I'm not going to crack jokes when all I really want to do is scream out loud until I can't make a sound. I'm not going to smile at strangers when all I really want to do is run away from them all and disappear into oblivion. I'm not going to pretend to be happy because I've decided that I'm going to be sad.
Running into you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, you can't really say that I "ran into you". But you get the idea, right? Meeting you, being a part of your life and everything that's happened to me since you came into my life - it's a bit surreal. It's not what I'd asked for. And I don't think I ever imagined falling in love with someone like you. I always imagined it differently. It was always some other kind of girl, some other kind of place. But the suffering - it's exactly what I imagined it would be like. I knew you even before I met you - I knew how you would make me suffer. And isn't that how everyone knows who they'll fall for? Aren't we all looking for someone who'll make us suffer the way we crave to suffer rather than someone who'll make us happy in ways we never imagined?
poster child, pose for your picture, comb your hair this way, stretch your arm that way, eat your daily nothing and cry invisible tears because poster children cant be sad, poster children are the face of the future and the future must be bright but the poster child cannot live i the present, they cant breathe anyway