glowsticks

It's ok to be like a glowstick...cause you'll break sometimes before you ever get to shine

You see God

I sometimes feel like
We all are paper airplanes
Drifting through the wind
Trying to find a place to stay
Some keep on going forever
Yet some end up broken in the process
Their wings torn and dismantled
My friend,you see, is a paper airplane
A beautiful paper airplane
She loves flying
Loves travelling
And she isn't afraid to jump off a cliff to the waters below

But i worry god
I worry because me with my broken wings
Will never be able to save her
If one day her wings break
And i won't be in time to catch her
Then I'll lose her
Myself
And everything

She's the only one who teaches me how to fly
With my broken wings
And she isn't afraid of leading me
To new places
That I've never imagined myself in
And i want you to take care of her god
when the day comes and I'm not there
And make sure you remind her how beautiful she is
And how important she is
That's it god
That's it










-3A.M

That kind of girl

My name is Semanti
I work for a fast food outlet and i have recently lost the spark to keep on working there. I love the people, i love the benefits, and I've learnt more than one could possibly learn in a job I have been working in for almost 3 years now.

My life is an unplanned messy yet perfect mess

My parents had it set I'd be studying a 'good course' in university from young,made sure to send me to the most expensive schools to get the best education possible, and still have me grow up unspoiled and simple.

I like hoodies and jeans over tights and blouses
As a girl
I prefer my hair tied up always in its particular messy bun because I still can't bun it properly
Makeup isn't my thing nor is skincare as its not in my list of things I should do during the day,before or after bed

So you're looking at me
And asking
What kind of girl are you?
And honestly?
I'm that type of girl .
The type who goes out without looking at the mirror to see how I look because in the end, this is who I am. I don't need to look nice for myself when I know who I really am. I'm that type of girl that can sleep all day and yet stay awake for days too. I procrastinate, I forget meals, and I even forget to drink water for days. Yes I'm that crazy.
But im also that type of girl that loves books with a hidden passion. Romance may not be my forte but it doesn't mean I say no to it. I love thinking of characters with their own personality, attatch them to me or anyone else close to me, and just full on develop stories in my head with everything plotted out. I have an unhealthy obsession with always having my favorite Adidas bag littered with food wrappers, pens, and scraps of paper because I write. I have notepads full of scribbles, drawings, and words that have make sense to a kindergartner more than me sometimes. I have the cliche doctor scribble, slanted, cursive, with only few being able to read it. But am i a doctor?
No

I'm a girl. A human. Just like you and I, there are millions out there like us. But we have been stereotyped. Girls are supposed to like pink, boys are supposed to stay away from pink because it's feminine. What's feminine? The bright colors in it? Or because it's been forced for girls to be accepted as a female unlike those girls that wear the stereotype boy color of Blue.
 Blue.
A dark yet vibrant color with many shades. What's manly about it? That it's all mysterious and gloomy like your typical boy? Therefore making pink a loud and obnoxious judgement for girls to be as such.

Excuse me

Because then I don't fit in your category of stereotypes.

Because I personally love red. Pink is way down the list and dark colors have always been favored.
What's wrong with having my own choices?
To wear whatever I want
And actually not be looked down upon?

Or the fact that we all seem to be living in a constant battle between the right and wrong. Who is the one to judge us.

Why are you letting them judge you.

Because the size of your body doesn't define the heart inside. The number of tattoos on the girl doesn't say anything about the girl who helps out the homeless every Saturday. And the piercings on his tongue does not show how rebellious he is when he volunteers at the animal shelter every holiday and does it without being thanked. No one knows this about them. They look at people like this and immediately put them into a particular stereotype.

Does that mean I'm a perfect person for not judging?
No
Because in all honesty I'm being a hypocrite when I label people too without realizing my thoughts pathways.

But it doesn't mean i force my thoughts upon those not willing to hear


So to all the people that shaped society
And to those who judged wrongly
And have changed minds
For generations



You guys suck

Because I'm that type of girl
Who would survive the bricks you throw at me
Cry at 3 am in the morning
But still wake up with a smile on my face

Come at me




-3A.M

HEY YOU! Yes, you, sitting behind your screen reading this. I don't know you and you certainly don't know me. But I want to tell you something. Everyone has their own story. Yours might be filled with joy and happiness, or it might be clouded with pain and misfortune. I want you to know that you're a beautiful, wonderful, talented person. Even if your life isn't going the way you want it to right now, I know that you'll be able to make it out alright. I want you to do me a favor. I know I'm just a stranger, but just trust me, okay? Every time you see your reflection, be it in the mirror in the bathroom, in a window somewhere, or in a puddle on the street, I want you to look at yourself and give yourself a hug. Because even if you aren't the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest, you're something that no one else can be: you. And you are the greatest thing you can be. Smile at strangers. Be confident in yourself. Cry when you feel like crying, laugh when you feel like laughing. Hold your head up and keep your heart open. You're worth everything and then some. And always remember that no matter what, even if it doesn't seem like it, you're everything to someone.

I'm Staring at the glass in front of me
Is it half empty?
Have I ruined all you've given me?
I know I've been selfish, I know I've been foolish
But look through that and you will see

I'll do better, I know
Baby, I can do better

If you leave me tonight, I'll wake up alone
Don't tell me I can make it on my own
Don't leave me tonight
This heart of stone will sing till it dies

I took for granted what you do


Secondhand serenade- stay close don't go



-3A.M

"What're you doing? "
"Hoping to dissappear so I never exist anymore"

them shadows of the past

My thoughts are collisions so big I'm numb from the pain

gwti friend

"Maybe sometimes you need to let of of your 'old' friends, to understand who your real friends are " i murmured, standing up and switching my phone off. She looked at me, and with her tears glistening in the warm sunny afternoon, I wondered why people are mean. Why they curse, they insult, and put the other person down. Because the girl in front of me resembled a cracked China vase, beautiful but broken.

"Why can't I have friends like you Semanti "

"Because then you'd realize how dull the world is when you see it in black and white "