♥ My name is Alicia.
I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net.
musings
Pop culture is my life.
I adore loud stuff and bright colours.
I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows.
I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
If you are troubled on what to get me for my birthday or xmas or because you offended me and is asking for my forgiveness, here's a list that might work.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S DVD Season 1/2/3/4/7/8/9
SHERLOCK DVD Season 1/2
MODERN FAMILY DVD Season 1/2/3/4
I ALWAYS accept Cupcakes/Cakes
Only H&M fashion voucher if you must
Call/Text me to treat me a meal if everything fails
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Something old
Posted Sunday, May 19, 2013 // 3:20 pm
Something new
I hate the person I used to be. I honestly don't like what she did or what she became or how she dealt with issues thrown her way. Well, to be fair to her, she wasn't a bad person, but she sure was breaching on offensive. She spoke her mind so freely and was so insensitive with people that eventually mounted to me feeling as lonely as I do now. Because when I look back, I probably chased away a lot of people because of what I had said without a decent filter in my head. Yet at the same time I missed that girl. She was fearless and brave, and people loved her for that. Now when I am faced with the future, I shrink away. I'm awfully scared with the idea of the unknown future ahead of me. It looks like a monster, but I don't know whether it could be a good one, because all I see of it is a scary, big monster that is associated with something evil. I hate the old me, yet at the same time I miss her. Because she reminded me of an easier time in which I managed to leave behind. I managed to go through shit being that free-spirit in me which I had no trouble assessing to. Now when I try to look for that girl in me, I see her waving to me, a big assuring smile on her almost-broken face. But when I run to her, she disappears and I cannot find her anymore. Then I know what she is trying to tell me, that she will always be behind me smiling, beckoning me forward into the unknown future, but she will never allow me to go back. Because she knows that the bravery I seemed to have lost is still somewhere in me, buried under something that I cannot identify. Probably fear, probably sadness, probably even happiness. But it is still in me, and I just have to pluck it out and carry on. She's a good person, she really is. She won't ever let me take the easy road; the old me is the angel on my left, as much as she is a bitch. It's exceptionally sad to have yourself be there for yourself isn't it? But I don't seem to trust anyone else as much as I do on my own. Thought I had lost myself more than a handful of times before, I still see myself as the person I want to be there for myself forever. I never gave up on myself before, at least, so that makes things a little more understandable... Right? That's alright, I'm fine. I'm just no longer the person I was 2 years ago, which is beginning to explain a lot to me.
