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got mah hair tightened up today
had some lady- erm, lemme that that back....immature beotch do it. she barley washed it and didnt even touch the back. i made her wash it again...tehehe. she complained the entire time while she was doing it. i just ignored her and read my new book- perks of being a wallflower. it reminds me of myself...alot. kinda makes me depressed reading it...because it reminds me of myself so much.
my conversation with an online friend...or atleast, parts of it anyway
"how everyone talks about the outside world and its faults, yet they dont even participate in it...all theory and no action... i guess thats what being human is about- deception...we are all egotistical, even if we dont wasnt to admit it or deny it"
"ig uess thats why i stopped my meds this time...because i wondered how normal i would be without it...sometimes i wonder ifthere is anything wrong with being "mentally ill"...or if you problem isthat you just think too much...to far into things...to the point where you alienate yourselfaway from "society"... people view it as wrong, but is it really?...other people are forever trying to live our lives for us...goven what we should think is right and wrong...to what extent should we fight it?...we fight government oppression...but why stop there, what about being oppressed mentally...told what is sane and not...but im a hipocryte, because i beleive there is a too far...where you start to harm yourself or even worse others... maybe functionality is the idea here, as long as you can function...youre ok...youre "sane" in my book"
"because sometimes, i feel like im lacking in love...where there needs to be love, there is discipline and lectures...where i feel like i deserved to be praised, its shunned and brushed off like an everyday occurance... im an artist... but im modest, because my mother raised me that way... she never praised me in saying "oh you have so much talent"... she only recognized my talent when lecturing me about not believing in god...saying he gave me so much talent...and im ungrateful...thats still not recognizing me- the individual... thats saying some entity put the talent into me...without him, id beworthless... i think i am who i am because of my mother and family...they indirectly forced me to analyze life... because i wasnt satisfied with their doctrines or just with a "thats just the way things are" "
had some lady- erm, lemme that that back....immature beotch do it. she barley washed it and didnt even touch the back. i made her wash it again...tehehe. she complained the entire time while she was doing it. i just ignored her and read my new book- perks of being a wallflower. it reminds me of myself...alot. kinda makes me depressed reading it...because it reminds me of myself so much.
my conversation with an online friend...or atleast, parts of it anyway
"how everyone talks about the outside world and its faults, yet they dont even participate in it...all theory and no action... i guess thats what being human is about- deception...we are all egotistical, even if we dont wasnt to admit it or deny it"
"ig uess thats why i stopped my meds this time...because i wondered how normal i would be without it...sometimes i wonder ifthere is anything wrong with being "mentally ill"...or if you problem isthat you just think too much...to far into things...to the point where you alienate yourselfaway from "society"... people view it as wrong, but is it really?...other people are forever trying to live our lives for us...goven what we should think is right and wrong...to what extent should we fight it?...we fight government oppression...but why stop there, what about being oppressed mentally...told what is sane and not...but im a hipocryte, because i beleive there is a too far...where you start to harm yourself or even worse others... maybe functionality is the idea here, as long as you can function...youre ok...youre "sane" in my book"
"because sometimes, i feel like im lacking in love...where there needs to be love, there is discipline and lectures...where i feel like i deserved to be praised, its shunned and brushed off like an everyday occurance... im an artist... but im modest, because my mother raised me that way... she never praised me in saying "oh you have so much talent"... she only recognized my talent when lecturing me about not believing in god...saying he gave me so much talent...and im ungrateful...thats still not recognizing me- the individual... thats saying some entity put the talent into me...without him, id beworthless... i think i am who i am because of my mother and family...they indirectly forced me to analyze life... because i wasnt satisfied with their doctrines or just with a "thats just the way things are" "