Insane ramblings for the night...
Night's a sketchy time. It can be so scary, yet so cool at the same time. I don't know what to make of it. Like, the dark is made out to be such a freaky place where bad things happen, but a lot of really awesome things can happen at night. I dunno...just a thought.
And what's wrong with people? I mean, people in general. I don't know why they bother me so much. And I don't mean individual people. I mean people as a while. Not to say I don't love my friends...because I do...they mean the entire world to me. I just am bothered by the human race. And I think that's why I can't really open up to anyone. Not anyone. I mean, I think I was the most honest with that stupid psychic today. And that was just because I said one little word. I can't even be completely honest with my closest friends. What does that say about me?
And friends are a weird thing, too. What makes certain people friends? Especially when you have entirely different personalities. I think that given time, anyone could be friends. I think that everyone just thinks that it's easier to be enemies. But we all really have a lot to learn from each other, if we'd just give other people a chance.
And what are chances? Everyone always uses the like "I'm gonna give you one more chance." But how many people actually act on that? Everyone always seems to get way more chances than they deserve--especially murderers and rapists. If there was a hell, they should rot in it forever.
That's weird hearing me say "If there was a hell." That's all I talk about, right? My big party in hell once I die. But hell doesn't exist. Sure, it can, if you make everything around you that way. And I don't care what you say, your life is a product of what YOU make it. But hell doesn't exist. And neither does heaven. And neither does god. I don't understand why people can't just realize this. It doesn't make sense. There is no fucking way that an invisible, all-powerful being created everything. That's just stupid. Science, people. Science.
I'm not taking science this year. I was supposed to take AP Chemistry. But I'm not. And I'm kind of happy about that. Like, I know I was good enough to take AP Chem. But I like my sculpture class. Except when I feel really small when everyone else proves that they have more artistic ability than me. That always sucks.
The way people treat each other really sucks, too. What the fuck does it matter if someone is black or white, or straight or gay? Those are just words. Words, people. Race doesn't really exist. Sexuality doesn't exist. Wake up people and realize that.
Wake up shows are stupid. Especially the Wake-Up Crew on WORK. They should just play music. All the time. It's not that hard. No one wants to hear stupid people talk all the time. The only good wake-up show is Sesame Street.
I miss the days when all I had to worry about was what time Sesame Street was on. I loved that show. I had a stuffed Big Bird who talked. He broke after a while though. I remember being very sad. I loved that thing.
Loving hurts. It's something that no one should ever have to experience. I'm broken because I loved someone. I loved someone so much when I was 15, and they broke me. Shattered me to pieces. And over the time, I've been very badly held together with scotch tape, but someone else came along and hit me with their hammer and broke me all over again. You all see my happy face...that's not the real me. The real me is hurt, and very badly broken. And I don't know if I'll ever be fixed.
My car had to be fixed several times in the past couple of weeks. Alejandro may be a piece of shit, but he's my little piece of shit, and no one else is allowed to comment on him. Not many of you drive any better cars, so keep your mouths shut.
That's another thing that people need to learn. To keep their mouths shut when they shouldn't have them open. Here's a good thing to remember: if it's not directly related to your life, it's not something that you should fucking spread around! End of story!
My story is not done. I don't think it will ever be done. I know how it ends, so it doesn't phase me that much. But I feel like I have no one to write it for anymore. Which sucks that I can't just write for me, I need motivation.
I need motivation to do my homework. I hope that comes this year. AP English is gonna be a bitch...I didn't do my homework Thursday night because of the Video Music Awards. That was blatant stupidity on my part.
And there is my conclusion for everything. I'm just stupid.
And what's wrong with people? I mean, people in general. I don't know why they bother me so much. And I don't mean individual people. I mean people as a while. Not to say I don't love my friends...because I do...they mean the entire world to me. I just am bothered by the human race. And I think that's why I can't really open up to anyone. Not anyone. I mean, I think I was the most honest with that stupid psychic today. And that was just because I said one little word. I can't even be completely honest with my closest friends. What does that say about me?
And friends are a weird thing, too. What makes certain people friends? Especially when you have entirely different personalities. I think that given time, anyone could be friends. I think that everyone just thinks that it's easier to be enemies. But we all really have a lot to learn from each other, if we'd just give other people a chance.
And what are chances? Everyone always uses the like "I'm gonna give you one more chance." But how many people actually act on that? Everyone always seems to get way more chances than they deserve--especially murderers and rapists. If there was a hell, they should rot in it forever.
That's weird hearing me say "If there was a hell." That's all I talk about, right? My big party in hell once I die. But hell doesn't exist. Sure, it can, if you make everything around you that way. And I don't care what you say, your life is a product of what YOU make it. But hell doesn't exist. And neither does heaven. And neither does god. I don't understand why people can't just realize this. It doesn't make sense. There is no fucking way that an invisible, all-powerful being created everything. That's just stupid. Science, people. Science.
I'm not taking science this year. I was supposed to take AP Chemistry. But I'm not. And I'm kind of happy about that. Like, I know I was good enough to take AP Chem. But I like my sculpture class. Except when I feel really small when everyone else proves that they have more artistic ability than me. That always sucks.
The way people treat each other really sucks, too. What the fuck does it matter if someone is black or white, or straight or gay? Those are just words. Words, people. Race doesn't really exist. Sexuality doesn't exist. Wake up people and realize that.
Wake up shows are stupid. Especially the Wake-Up Crew on WORK. They should just play music. All the time. It's not that hard. No one wants to hear stupid people talk all the time. The only good wake-up show is Sesame Street.
I miss the days when all I had to worry about was what time Sesame Street was on. I loved that show. I had a stuffed Big Bird who talked. He broke after a while though. I remember being very sad. I loved that thing.
Loving hurts. It's something that no one should ever have to experience. I'm broken because I loved someone. I loved someone so much when I was 15, and they broke me. Shattered me to pieces. And over the time, I've been very badly held together with scotch tape, but someone else came along and hit me with their hammer and broke me all over again. You all see my happy face...that's not the real me. The real me is hurt, and very badly broken. And I don't know if I'll ever be fixed.
My car had to be fixed several times in the past couple of weeks. Alejandro may be a piece of shit, but he's my little piece of shit, and no one else is allowed to comment on him. Not many of you drive any better cars, so keep your mouths shut.
That's another thing that people need to learn. To keep their mouths shut when they shouldn't have them open. Here's a good thing to remember: if it's not directly related to your life, it's not something that you should fucking spread around! End of story!
My story is not done. I don't think it will ever be done. I know how it ends, so it doesn't phase me that much. But I feel like I have no one to write it for anymore. Which sucks that I can't just write for me, I need motivation.
I need motivation to do my homework. I hope that comes this year. AP English is gonna be a bitch...I didn't do my homework Thursday night because of the Video Music Awards. That was blatant stupidity on my part.
And there is my conclusion for everything. I'm just stupid.