Being Hostile...

Being hostile is not something one should be bounding about or proud of. So when someone calls me hostile/aggressive I get a little offended not how much there joking.

Being aggressive hostile towards someone suggests that one would be slightly nasty or harsh to them in certain ways, I don't think I am a mean person, I am just very sarcastic and quite patronizing but only in a joke way. If anyone knows me WELL enough the would know that I wouldn't hurt a soul I may be sarcastic/patronizing have a hot head and quite quick with my comebacks in arguments but when it actually comes down to hurting another person on this world no matter what one has done to myself I couldn't do it. I'm not a hurtful person, hell I can stick up for myself, which I've not shown at uni also I've made myself look like a tiny push over... but I don't feel the need to properly use my energy in a play fight.

Some people say all these things to you about how they think you come across quite butch and aggressive or hostile, but they clearly don't know my personality well enough to know that im probably the biggest softie you meet. I'll feel sorry for anyone, I cry at most films and cant stand seeing any animal in pain even the vile ones.

See this all happens.. then everyone gets a drop of alcohol in them and turn into these nasty, irritable, hostile human beings, who like nothing but confrontation and to try and start a fight.

I don't tolerate lot no matter whether you're drunk or sober, there are just some things that will stay in my mind like a stamp on the heart.

Just be careful.

It's a new start with a negative beginning.

I can feel myself spiraling down quickly in to a short span of depression, where my life is over taken more by the negatives and hardly a breath of fresh air for the positive for them unable to see the light. With a constant storm hanging over my shoulders and caressing my body into a trance of miserable, dull, detached characteristics.

The glint and sparkle that attached itself to my body, currently masked over by a disapproving/disappointing figure and imagination, the person I thought I was is here no longer.

Each time someone get hurts, it takes a piece of there sole and adds a numb factor. Things you've been told and Lies that you've heard making it all seem fine and dandy leaves you humiliated and left for sore.

Each person turns to be the same and every recurring dream suddenly seems insane. With a little child in our body's, growing and learning. We just learn how to lie, to cheat, to fake a smile, to fake every little detail in our entire self. We get better at hiding our true emotions and put this barrier up.

The barrier that started with something as little as Lego blocks, not heavy to eventually a cement wall, basically impossible to get down. Watching each different person try and letting them think there getting by, until the very last moment when it rebuilds itself but stronger and bigger.