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Restoration

Hey guys, I know its been many months, but I'm back. Whether people read this blog and question the lives they're living or ignore the truth, it is still important for Wild Impulsivity to express thoughts and ideas.
One question has been continuously running through my mind for the past few months- why does it matter?
The truth of the matter is that everyone dies.
You spend years and years worrying and questioning, refraining yourself from living your life.
What she wore... what he did, won't matter in the future.
Grudges are things in the past. Life should not be about anger and anxiety, yet as much as I tell myself that, the more angry and anxious I get.
Something needs to wake this generation up

I know I haven't written in a while, but I decided to end this blog.
I'm not worth it.

Wasted Youth

I walk with confidence to make a veneer to my insecurities. The truth is, I'm so lost. Who knew a visual appearance and the person within could differ so much. You see youth and strength; I see desperation and pointlessness. I'm young, I'm wild, but why am I so lonely? I've been asked so many times who I am on the inside, that I've forgotten myself. The rumors, the lies, became true. I'm wasted youth.

The short skirts, the massive eyeliner, they're screaming for someone to notice. As much as I recreate myself, I fade in with the crowd. I'm pleading for recognition of who I was. This wild youth was someone, something before this life corrupted her mind. Now she's gone; gone from her own consciousness and soul. A walking zombie.

I'm bored with this life
I'm now searching to find myself.
I need some soul to put under this fake smile

Photo cred: Knightcat

impulse

We act on impulse, need, and risk.
We aim for the stars as we crave adventure.
We run on Vodka and walk on Jack.
We don't give up or back down.
We lust after control.

The need to control is annihilation.
This feeling spreads from our minds to our fingers as it drives us to insanity.
The little need takes over every aspect of our life
Our relationships, our thoughts, our daily lives.
Till we are left, piloting the lives of others, yet not in control of our own



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BORN TO BE WILD

I frequently have to remind myself who I am behind all this make up and clothes. I am left questioning my soul and having to recreate myself, in hope of any change from the person I was before. The image gets worse. The truth is- I’m my biggest enemy. I challenge my ethics and morality relentlessly, telling myself I am not good enough. The scene I have created for myself, the wildness of youth and beauty, has changed my life harmfully. People look and admire the strength and maturity, but the truth is, I am the one who needs to grow up. How long can one party until there is no meaning to life? The parties, the clubs, the social scene, is nothing without knowing who you are first. If you are lost to begin with, you lose yourself completely. This part of your life molds to you and doesn't leave you. It becomes you. Then you're left. With no meaning in life but to strut around clubs, wearing 6 inch heels, going no where in life.
Who are we and how did we get trapped here?

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