in the end..we're just a box in the ground
in the end we're just a cold box in the dirt.
In a hundred years no body will remember you...
your wiped clean from this world
the people you loved don't exsist
YOU don't exsist
the money you worked hard for is gone
your memorys dissapear
Thats life. You fight all your life and then..your gone. You go to sleep and never wake up and thats it. THATS IT! Doesn't matter who you are..once you close your eyes your gone. Theres nothing after that...you don't go anywhere. Your gone, your dead.
Then they take your empty shell of a body. Drain out your blood, sew up your mouth and your eyelids. Dress you up, maybe put on some lipstick...put you in a coffin and sometimes people cry and come to your wake and look at your pitiful mortal body arranged like a doll on a shelf. then they close the lid forever and lower you into the ground...and of coarse thats only if your family can afford the 30 000 dollars to buy you that hole in the ground.
It's sad.
And then you can only think about the hundreds of people you forgot...the people who are rotting in the ground that your family forgot about. No one mourns them anymore or plants flowers and looks fondly on your name on the tombstone...nope, they can't. They're dead too. And Time goes on..the ground swallows you up.
My grandma died..and yeah I gave the impression I hated her but how could I when I remember when I was little she was sweet and I loved her dearly. I couldn't stop crying about how awful it was for her, how awful it is to die.When the priest was talking I cried harder, really whos to say there is a heaven..yor brain stopped..the organ that hold everything. Love. Hate. Happiness. Sorrow. Everything and every moment that made up you.
She looked like a wax figure. Her hands looked bony..she looked like a skeleton with skin stretched over..It felt so fake. She was so alive, she was always a fighter and then she just gave up...She looked like she was breathing but I know she wasn't.
I still hate her a little. I still do.
I don't know what to say anymore it's so wierd. I'm confronted with my own mortality now. How awful it is to die. I'm not afraid to. It just makes me wonder even more now, what the hell is the point of living? I'm not gonna kill myself but I wonder why were here? Why do I continue to live for nothing at all?
Did you know I'm only going to live about sixty years if I make it to being old? I mean I could live longer but I only have 60 years till I'm seventy..Isn't that morbid..Sixty years really isn't much. And even if I have a satisfying sixty years of accomplishments, really..what the hell is it all for?
On the bright side I guess it gave me a new prespective on my comic. An Idea I suppose..I mean nothing like staring at death in the face and experiencing it happen to someone to help you write about it...It's an extremly weak plot so I guess it's good.*sigh* I'm so messed up right now. But maybe this new prespective will cultivate it into something unique and developed. Of coarse maybe not, who knows.
Anyways..ahh befor I start thinking again lets chat.
Anime North is soon, I need a costume.
I'm going with hanna and ext to have coffee with tanys and I'm wondering if Jenna can come??
I wanna die my hair..I dunno...I just do lol.
I'm doing my art culminating project and I'm drawing my sorta lead female in my comic in one big inked picture and then water colour it.
And oh yeah if anyone has any unique english or normal Japanese names for guys and girls. TELL ME! Think vampire though lol one boy one girl and then just a normal girl. I still need names cause i can't just call them lead guy, lead girl, sorta lead girl. :P
Anyways yeah wow, bi-polar mood change here.
Yeah So Update SOOOOOOOON,
Me
^_^V
In a hundred years no body will remember you...
your wiped clean from this world
the people you loved don't exsist
YOU don't exsist
the money you worked hard for is gone
your memorys dissapear
Thats life. You fight all your life and then..your gone. You go to sleep and never wake up and thats it. THATS IT! Doesn't matter who you are..once you close your eyes your gone. Theres nothing after that...you don't go anywhere. Your gone, your dead.
Then they take your empty shell of a body. Drain out your blood, sew up your mouth and your eyelids. Dress you up, maybe put on some lipstick...put you in a coffin and sometimes people cry and come to your wake and look at your pitiful mortal body arranged like a doll on a shelf. then they close the lid forever and lower you into the ground...and of coarse thats only if your family can afford the 30 000 dollars to buy you that hole in the ground.
It's sad.
And then you can only think about the hundreds of people you forgot...the people who are rotting in the ground that your family forgot about. No one mourns them anymore or plants flowers and looks fondly on your name on the tombstone...nope, they can't. They're dead too. And Time goes on..the ground swallows you up.
My grandma died..and yeah I gave the impression I hated her but how could I when I remember when I was little she was sweet and I loved her dearly. I couldn't stop crying about how awful it was for her, how awful it is to die.When the priest was talking I cried harder, really whos to say there is a heaven..yor brain stopped..the organ that hold everything. Love. Hate. Happiness. Sorrow. Everything and every moment that made up you.
She looked like a wax figure. Her hands looked bony..she looked like a skeleton with skin stretched over..It felt so fake. She was so alive, she was always a fighter and then she just gave up...She looked like she was breathing but I know she wasn't.
I still hate her a little. I still do.
I don't know what to say anymore it's so wierd. I'm confronted with my own mortality now. How awful it is to die. I'm not afraid to. It just makes me wonder even more now, what the hell is the point of living? I'm not gonna kill myself but I wonder why were here? Why do I continue to live for nothing at all?
Did you know I'm only going to live about sixty years if I make it to being old? I mean I could live longer but I only have 60 years till I'm seventy..Isn't that morbid..Sixty years really isn't much. And even if I have a satisfying sixty years of accomplishments, really..what the hell is it all for?
On the bright side I guess it gave me a new prespective on my comic. An Idea I suppose..I mean nothing like staring at death in the face and experiencing it happen to someone to help you write about it...It's an extremly weak plot so I guess it's good.*sigh* I'm so messed up right now. But maybe this new prespective will cultivate it into something unique and developed. Of coarse maybe not, who knows.
Anyways..ahh befor I start thinking again lets chat.
Anime North is soon, I need a costume.
I'm going with hanna and ext to have coffee with tanys and I'm wondering if Jenna can come??
I wanna die my hair..I dunno...I just do lol.
I'm doing my art culminating project and I'm drawing my sorta lead female in my comic in one big inked picture and then water colour it.
And oh yeah if anyone has any unique english or normal Japanese names for guys and girls. TELL ME! Think vampire though lol one boy one girl and then just a normal girl. I still need names cause i can't just call them lead guy, lead girl, sorta lead girl. :P
Anyways yeah wow, bi-polar mood change here.
Yeah So Update SOOOOOOOON,
Me
^_^V