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So when was my last entry? I forget. I don't even know why i am bothering with this entry anyways.
Well, I'm pretty bored with my life, I sometimes wish i was someone else doing other exciting things, in an other country. I am just generally sick of me, and things I do and things i see. And when i'm not wishing i was someone else, i guess i am just hoping for a massive truck to come out of no where and hit me. Then i can lie down, slowly die, have my pointless eventless life flash before my eyes. But the memory my mind will freeze frame on, the one memory that i will live on in for ever after death, is lying down with my back facing the sun, at a beach with my best friend. There's a big bunch of hot chips in front of me, and my family are sitting around me laughing and having fun. We had icecream that day, really nice ice cream. I will live for ever in a split second of pure contentment, happiness, non-stop pleasurable enjoyment. I wouldnt have a home to go back to, things would mishape and reform itself to my satisfaction, maybe i will grow a bueatiful turquise glowing tail. and be a mermaid for a day. Eat pine-apple under the water, and build caves in the sand. I'm not scared of when that happends, i'm not scared of death. In fact i think that death is a reward. People go on about heaven and hell, for some reason i have been thiniking about it way to much, and thinking about religions as sacrafising cults, we are all so different, the more bombs you deilver to other contries the happier you will be in the afterlife. People think about that and it's so fucked up of them. really. Us whites think that they are so fucked up, but we keep retaliating to it all, we keep making it worse, which is almost worse then what they are doing. I watch war, and i see it like i would see two stupid ignorent little boys fighting over a fucking lollypop. So i havnt posted in a while, and i prolly wont again, but whatever. I have skipped from one subject to another. I just needed somewhere to get thoughts out.
basically, I hate people. people are fucked. and i have to live with the fact that i am one.
Well, I'm pretty bored with my life, I sometimes wish i was someone else doing other exciting things, in an other country. I am just generally sick of me, and things I do and things i see. And when i'm not wishing i was someone else, i guess i am just hoping for a massive truck to come out of no where and hit me. Then i can lie down, slowly die, have my pointless eventless life flash before my eyes. But the memory my mind will freeze frame on, the one memory that i will live on in for ever after death, is lying down with my back facing the sun, at a beach with my best friend. There's a big bunch of hot chips in front of me, and my family are sitting around me laughing and having fun. We had icecream that day, really nice ice cream. I will live for ever in a split second of pure contentment, happiness, non-stop pleasurable enjoyment. I wouldnt have a home to go back to, things would mishape and reform itself to my satisfaction, maybe i will grow a bueatiful turquise glowing tail. and be a mermaid for a day. Eat pine-apple under the water, and build caves in the sand. I'm not scared of when that happends, i'm not scared of death. In fact i think that death is a reward. People go on about heaven and hell, for some reason i have been thiniking about it way to much, and thinking about religions as sacrafising cults, we are all so different, the more bombs you deilver to other contries the happier you will be in the afterlife. People think about that and it's so fucked up of them. really. Us whites think that they are so fucked up, but we keep retaliating to it all, we keep making it worse, which is almost worse then what they are doing. I watch war, and i see it like i would see two stupid ignorent little boys fighting over a fucking lollypop. So i havnt posted in a while, and i prolly wont again, but whatever. I have skipped from one subject to another. I just needed somewhere to get thoughts out.
basically, I hate people. people are fucked. and i have to live with the fact that i am one.