Very strange...
I was...with a few friends earlier in the nite, they all kind of drifted off home and such...I'm...crying?
Deep down all I feel is regret...pain...sorrow for others...repenting is occuring but I'm not praying... I'm feelings sorry for some people...and I'm...crying?
You misunderstand me when I mentioned some things, I don't regret every single thing, I regret some things...like ending up settling with someone, or not continuing harrassing one person...or confronting this issue to help prevent another..but for some reason I'm...crying?
Lost? Well...how do you think I feel not knowing the very emotions that take stand in my mind and body? Are you letting go of any tears? Are you slowing down to see what's passed by and coming up? Am I really the only one that examines life instead of living it up all the time? DO YOU FUCKING GET IT? DO you know how many friends are gone because of high school ridiculousness? ONE OF YOU IS PUSSY WHIPPED....Fucking christ ... people wanna know you but they are too presumptuous...you fuck...you stupid fuck...I'm angry but yet I'm...crying...crying...WHY AM I CRYING?
ARg...reality...the worst moment was walking into the room of birth...being around the people I've not heard from in awile...uncertain ideas...all I wanted was to see what was going to be born into the same world...same town...same city...same fucking area that I spent 9 years in...I'm sorry kid...I tried myself to make sum happy...you're going to meet a lot of hypocritical christians who think God loves them...pft...They take repentence and rape it of all it's entirety...
Fair child you only have been here for a fraction of a month and...I'm already in sorrow for the life you will be brought up in will be loving...but not what you should have...if I had the finances and the ability to teach...I'd help you and yours go somewhere broader and more appropriate...I care for you and your mother so much but it doesn't matter...becasue the majority of the fucks surrounding her only know what pathetic childish rumors have spoken...I'm sorry if you barely see me kid...I will do my best for you...
Have you studied my words yet? Am I making sense? I'm continuing...if you're lost you'll pick up right here.
I'm sorry I went to this high school in more ways than one. I used to be in NEw york with many friends who weren't as judgemental and critical on stupid little habits and clothing trends. We were children of God...prayed at school before it started and conversated with new people more. To be torn from that perfect life and be thrown into this disgusting county full of immature and unreasonable hypocritical cowards is unfair and unjust...if I had the chance to of never met most of the people I have...I'd of left this sorry ground a long time ago...I want the girl I used to do cherry bombs with in the park back Aarika...I want Josh and Ryan and Trevor (baseball friends) to be in my yard like they used to be...throwing the fucking baseball...playing...dodgeball...Memories of unforgettable times just lurking in my head. I'm sorry I left those people...my wonderful abysitter...gorgeous...taught me how to love women...I kno I cannot be at fault because she was perfect...My neighbors...oh your cookies and stories... I cry...I cry because I can't have this anymore...I know they haven't forgotten us...us children brought into brooksville and spring hill...to meet the most fucked up individuals a person could encounter...
So you think I'm a womanizer...a play boy...an abuser...a user...childish...immature? Good...Your lousy opinion doesn't matter anyway. You live so far away...all you hear are fictional tales that drama queen little pussies tell you...ya fat fuck... both...both fat fucks...but I cry for you anyway for being so ignorant and for being such a douche bag.
It mixes itself...my words...sentence structure...typos...mispellings...but it's understandable...
In retrospect I've maintained a majority of nothing but an unreliable
undependable disrespecting immature ass-fucking idiotic disgusting
unpresentable group of friends who don't even see their faults...
too busy looking for others so they don't have to see themselves...
The whole time figuring their blame and finger pointing would end up doing them well... :) the whole time I cry for joy...joy of knowing they are missing out on one friendship that could change their lives for the best of better...
I'm sorry most of them ended up the way they are...Scrounging..bitching...making nothing...doing nothing...learning nothing...saying nothing...meaning nothing most of all...
They failed to show me they were people... :)
If you read this and think I'm nutz...maybe you need to get yourself a peice of paper and a nice big eraser with a decent sized pencil and start writing what you think of....you're more likely jealous that I can think so deeply...but all you can do is complain about this and that and be so closed minded that you missed everything
I place my words the way I want.
It means nothing now...but someday someones going to snap...I haven't snapped, I opened quickly to the point of where posting my words and thoughts would make me appreciate the word creativity with much more respect if I indulged in a long statement of words drawn out to almost no meaning to the peevish crowd that may read.
Why nautious? I kno why...I don't care...I'm crying...
I'm never afraid...I'm scared to let people know how pathetic they are...stating names won't help much...too many people are set with being the way they are...fine...will not do well in the reality part of life...but go ahead nad be what everyone else wants... do it...crying...crying now...
right now I sit and watch my screen fill with words and blank spaces...but in my mind I'm just wondering how this will turn out after I read it over...all I want is for people to finally grow up and admit their awefulness and childish behaviors...
I went for one girl and denied...she ended up being a christian skank...not a slut a skank...liar...lazy...repulsive human being...un-godlike...
Another friend left, no byes...no calls...malignant mother fucker...be glad ur that far away...barely any friends cuz u over do it u stupid fuck...
Blonde barely tall chubby chic...over preppy wanting to be...attempted trend setter...
All in all I dn't feel anything wrong...just crying ... I'm crying because I want to...makes me feel better...I'm not a shallow dimwitted man that cares for pussy and tits ... I'm more into personality than looks...lust is a beneficial feeling that comes from being around someone u care about...This whole time the wrong idea was had...just so that the mind could be stimulated with lying rumors and drama...just because...their life wasn't exciting enough...
I'm done for tonite...if I feel I need to ramble again...look around 1am again...I'm sure I'll let out some more...
Oh hey sorry I wasted those words on you...so far away I got carried away. :) I thought u cared...you just go quiet and be yourself...nice saying though...well appreciated advice tht will end up gettin knocked up...When you can be the person you were before...respectful and funloving..u can write me...cao
Always and Forever,
--==[[ Donnie
Deep down all I feel is regret...pain...sorrow for others...repenting is occuring but I'm not praying... I'm feelings sorry for some people...and I'm...crying?
You misunderstand me when I mentioned some things, I don't regret every single thing, I regret some things...like ending up settling with someone, or not continuing harrassing one person...or confronting this issue to help prevent another..but for some reason I'm...crying?
Lost? Well...how do you think I feel not knowing the very emotions that take stand in my mind and body? Are you letting go of any tears? Are you slowing down to see what's passed by and coming up? Am I really the only one that examines life instead of living it up all the time? DO YOU FUCKING GET IT? DO you know how many friends are gone because of high school ridiculousness? ONE OF YOU IS PUSSY WHIPPED....Fucking christ ... people wanna know you but they are too presumptuous...you fuck...you stupid fuck...I'm angry but yet I'm...crying...crying...WHY AM I CRYING?
ARg...reality...the worst moment was walking into the room of birth...being around the people I've not heard from in awile...uncertain ideas...all I wanted was to see what was going to be born into the same world...same town...same city...same fucking area that I spent 9 years in...I'm sorry kid...I tried myself to make sum happy...you're going to meet a lot of hypocritical christians who think God loves them...pft...They take repentence and rape it of all it's entirety...
Fair child you only have been here for a fraction of a month and...I'm already in sorrow for the life you will be brought up in will be loving...but not what you should have...if I had the finances and the ability to teach...I'd help you and yours go somewhere broader and more appropriate...I care for you and your mother so much but it doesn't matter...becasue the majority of the fucks surrounding her only know what pathetic childish rumors have spoken...I'm sorry if you barely see me kid...I will do my best for you...
Have you studied my words yet? Am I making sense? I'm continuing...if you're lost you'll pick up right here.
I'm sorry I went to this high school in more ways than one. I used to be in NEw york with many friends who weren't as judgemental and critical on stupid little habits and clothing trends. We were children of God...prayed at school before it started and conversated with new people more. To be torn from that perfect life and be thrown into this disgusting county full of immature and unreasonable hypocritical cowards is unfair and unjust...if I had the chance to of never met most of the people I have...I'd of left this sorry ground a long time ago...I want the girl I used to do cherry bombs with in the park back Aarika...I want Josh and Ryan and Trevor (baseball friends) to be in my yard like they used to be...throwing the fucking baseball...playing...dodgeball...Memories of unforgettable times just lurking in my head. I'm sorry I left those people...my wonderful abysitter...gorgeous...taught me how to love women...I kno I cannot be at fault because she was perfect...My neighbors...oh your cookies and stories... I cry...I cry because I can't have this anymore...I know they haven't forgotten us...us children brought into brooksville and spring hill...to meet the most fucked up individuals a person could encounter...
So you think I'm a womanizer...a play boy...an abuser...a user...childish...immature? Good...Your lousy opinion doesn't matter anyway. You live so far away...all you hear are fictional tales that drama queen little pussies tell you...ya fat fuck... both...both fat fucks...but I cry for you anyway for being so ignorant and for being such a douche bag.
It mixes itself...my words...sentence structure...typos...mispellings...but it's understandable...
In retrospect I've maintained a majority of nothing but an unreliable
undependable disrespecting immature ass-fucking idiotic disgusting
unpresentable group of friends who don't even see their faults...
too busy looking for others so they don't have to see themselves...
The whole time figuring their blame and finger pointing would end up doing them well... :) the whole time I cry for joy...joy of knowing they are missing out on one friendship that could change their lives for the best of better...
I'm sorry most of them ended up the way they are...Scrounging..bitching...making nothing...doing nothing...learning nothing...saying nothing...meaning nothing most of all...
They failed to show me they were people... :)
If you read this and think I'm nutz...maybe you need to get yourself a peice of paper and a nice big eraser with a decent sized pencil and start writing what you think of....you're more likely jealous that I can think so deeply...but all you can do is complain about this and that and be so closed minded that you missed everything
I place my words the way I want.
It means nothing now...but someday someones going to snap...I haven't snapped, I opened quickly to the point of where posting my words and thoughts would make me appreciate the word creativity with much more respect if I indulged in a long statement of words drawn out to almost no meaning to the peevish crowd that may read.
Why nautious? I kno why...I don't care...I'm crying...
I'm never afraid...I'm scared to let people know how pathetic they are...stating names won't help much...too many people are set with being the way they are...fine...will not do well in the reality part of life...but go ahead nad be what everyone else wants... do it...crying...crying now...
right now I sit and watch my screen fill with words and blank spaces...but in my mind I'm just wondering how this will turn out after I read it over...all I want is for people to finally grow up and admit their awefulness and childish behaviors...
I went for one girl and denied...she ended up being a christian skank...not a slut a skank...liar...lazy...repulsive human being...un-godlike...
Another friend left, no byes...no calls...malignant mother fucker...be glad ur that far away...barely any friends cuz u over do it u stupid fuck...
Blonde barely tall chubby chic...over preppy wanting to be...attempted trend setter...
All in all I dn't feel anything wrong...just crying ... I'm crying because I want to...makes me feel better...I'm not a shallow dimwitted man that cares for pussy and tits ... I'm more into personality than looks...lust is a beneficial feeling that comes from being around someone u care about...This whole time the wrong idea was had...just so that the mind could be stimulated with lying rumors and drama...just because...their life wasn't exciting enough...
I'm done for tonite...if I feel I need to ramble again...look around 1am again...I'm sure I'll let out some more...
Oh hey sorry I wasted those words on you...so far away I got carried away. :) I thought u cared...you just go quiet and be yourself...nice saying though...well appreciated advice tht will end up gettin knocked up...When you can be the person you were before...respectful and funloving..u can write me...cao
Always and Forever,
--==[[ Donnie