Pretty sure words are the most powerful force on earth.

Fire? Water? Sulfuric acid? Fogeddaboutit. People use words to hurt, lie, influence, change. Words can build up falsities and destroy beauty. People use words every day, and the scary part is, I don't think they understand the invincible weapon they always have at the ready. There are an infinite number of combinations, and changing one word can change a whole meaning. This is way relaying messages and gossiping and being a go-between always backfires. Words are inconsiderately tossed around, when a real sit-down conversation is the best way to communicate. I'm not sure about other people, but I put a lot of stock into words. When I'm told something, I obsess if the same person then tells me the opposite. It's so easy to manipulate and hurt people this way, even unintentionally. So I urge everyone, please be careful with your weapon. It has powers that are not yet understood.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget

From New Moon. Yeah, I'm one of those people. But it's actually a valid point. There so much instances in my life where I can relay almost exact conversation, or things that have spanned over months but I can remember it perfectly. Is this really a good thing? Or is it better to forget? I can't decide if it's worth it to struggle to hold onto these memories. They don't seem like they'll disappear anytime soon, but I'm already afraid of the day when I wake up and they're not there. One could argue that it's all these things that make up a person. Remembering exact instances aren't important, because it's what you got out of them that make up who you are today. Sometimes being able to remember the little things is all that I have left to hold onto, and it's organized and makes me relieved when I can still all play it back in my head. But on the other hand, sometimes it hurts, feels like it'd be better to forget some things, and just continue along with the memories on the road behind me. I haven't yet decided which side I've been on.

There's no such thing as secrets

unless you keep them to yourselves. There may be one exception out of a hundred, but eventually, something that you didn't want to become public knowledge will be let out. This is my experience, at least. It's not even intentional hurt being the goal, it's the old one person tells someone, they tell someone, and on and on, until everyone knows. Sometimes I don't mind this. I may have told one person and just not got around to telling others yet. At the same time, it's my life. Aren't I allowed privacy sometimes, allowed to NOT share things? What I hate the most is when that information is used against you, or brought up at totally wrong times. Usually no one has a clue how much they can actually be hurting, by opening their mouths. It's enough to make me want to run far away, until no one knows anything, and I can start fresh. I want to keep it all to myself, tell no one nothing, but that never works. And I'm not sure I want to be that alone either.

Sometimes truth is good. It's usually much better than being coy and playing mind games to get what you want. I wish people would just out and say things, when the time is right. Not bitchy hurtful things. Feelings that you really want to tell someone, but don't have the courage to. Oh it's all so overrated in not saying how you feel. So you end up watching chances fade, and wondering what's real. I can't really say much about that; I'd be a huge hypocrite. But at the same time I'm sick of opening up and having it thrown back at me. I want someone else to take the chance, to put the ball in my court.

Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin is in my head.

This flood is slowly rising up swallowing the ground
Beneath my feet, tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down
And now all I can see are the planets in a row
Suggesting it's best that I slow down

This night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning dark blue.