felicity dior ap

hello, i'm felicity, and on occasion my behavior could be considered somewhat unbecoming. whilst we expanded our earlobes, increased the value of our facial piercings & incinerated our hair straight, we didn't recognise the arrogance, disloyalty, vanity & value of music seeping through the cracks until that also incorporated itself into the stereotype.
the current trend of social networking has made friendships disposable & we've watched our judgment's alter before our own eyes. although recent trends appear to promote loyalty & commitment amongst other gimmicks, it seems to be gradually demoralising its own factors one by one.
never have i ceased from missing the days when every single person i was associated with i would feel indebted to. i miss the events where photographic evidence was never ending due to the memories it held, rather than due to glorifying oneself and ones accociates. i miss escapades where travelling further than 30 minutes was adventurous. i miss times when grudges were last resorts rather than marks of excessive pride.
i miss moments i now show nothing for because i'm forced to conceal them in the back of my mind. i miss mornings when i had the motivation to get up & do something. i miss when being judgmental wasn't just another personality trait. i'm aware i miss too much - that i didn't appreciate it when it occurred - because i wasn't aware it was going to change.
teenage society's currently problematic. what happened to intellectualism or opinionated speech? conversations whither down to who we know, what we know & when & where it happened. "blud", "bare", "safe", "wa g'wan" & "allow" are certainly getting tiresome when unnaturally placed in everyday dialect to those alien to the culture. people have handfuls of acquaintances they'll trade in for the newest models next time a new scene's imported from larger cities.
conceit, overbearing pride, contemptuous behavior & easy clichéd phrases running off tongues are now a regularity. however, fickle friendships & trophy prize relationships fade in the wake of devotion, gratitude & true affection.
please, can everybody mature & grow out of their clichéd skin, before they begin to regret life changing decisions, £100s spent on "ink" they may regret, stereotypical piercings, attending gigs yet still being unappreciative, & train journeys anticipating new friends who turn out to be disappointments.
we all wear the alternative badge clearly upon our sleeve, yet when one amongst our ranks expresses a personality, we show ridicule. I've watched many in my life ditch their morality in favour of being viewed as a cliché whilst others manipulate situations & play the martyr. nowadays, i can never clarify between honesty & bollocks, whether concerning something as simplistic as music taste, to aspirations & friendships.
people eventually misplace conversations, situations and individuals. people won't remember hairstyles, piercings or clothing. what people do remember are relentless attempts to make them smile, & fingerprints left on their heart.
cover your eyes, & reach into your ears, pull out what you've heard & replace it with anything