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Wednesday, 25 March 2009

  • I hate you...

    A simple request. Leave me alone.
    I beg of you.
    I did not ask to be born.
    I did not ask to be put into a high school you paid for. In fact, I BEGGED to be put somewhere else for free.
    No...I never asked. Rather I'm thrown about on a leash. As always.
    You tell me I have options and from them I have choices to make.
    That I can do what I want with my life to be happy.
    Is that really so?
    What if what I want is what you would not accept?

    I am your disgrace.

    I cannot speak to you.
    You hear what you wish to hear.
    You do not pay attention.
    You do not listen to what I have to say.
    You do not have an open mind.
    I cannot vent out my frustrations to you.
    And you wonder why I am so quiet?
    Do not waste your time in trying to pry.

    What a shame that the love I feel towards you both is out of duty.
    I feel like everything I do is to pay you back because I owe you. Because I have to.

    Mother, Father.
    I am sorry.

Thursday, 15 January 2009

  • Mortals...

    Humans...people...call them what you may.
    They never cease to amaze and amuse me.

    Funny how one comment blows an entire post to the proportions of an epic.
    Sad. How very sad.
    I often wonder if people have had a good argument face to face with another person before coming online.
    Honestly, the internet seems to have become a place to have a battle over the most meaningless of things.
    It is always inevitable that the initial topic is changed by the time everyone has decided to attack one bloody moron's comment. Amusing. Utterly amusing.

Thursday, 08 January 2009

  • Who am I?

     I was a flamboyant child I was...

    The stage! Oh how it beckoned my name.

    I LOVED dancing...well, if you can call it that. But whenever I would go to ceremonies with my mum and dad I would always be on the dancefloor...ALWAYS.

    I loved singing.

    I wonder; why did I change?

    What made me this hesitant and afraid?

    I lived as a child more than I have as an adult.

    I think I was much happier then.

  • Woes, rants...oh joy...

    What could I possibly be needed for? Absolutely nothing. I have never been of use. I often get the feeling that all this is NOTHING. That death and life are NOTHING. We die and that is all. We die and are nothing. Nothing comes after this. Nothing. Man created God and Satan as a HOPE that there is SOMETHING. But no. There is nothing. I am a godless child of the earth. I appreciate and love everything before me fully aware that when I am gone, there is nothing.

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