sitting, thinking
i've just been sitting here all day
really bored
i've been writing a lot of things with a mind to post them on here
cause i have nothing to do
but i always erase them
i don't think people would like to read them
i guess i feel embaressed
some of the stuff i've written i think is good
a boy in chicago was killed by a southwest airlines plane that skidded off the runway because of really bad snow.
the plane collided with a car.
the boy was in the car.
very young child, had so much of his life to live.
his mother watched him go.
the weather killed this young boy.
don't believe the weather is perfect the day that you die.
everything's a trick.
the rule of thumb on life is this.
we're all being tricked.
trust yourself.
just looked on cnn.com.
richard pryor is dead.
at 65.
my dad used to watch him and so did i, growing up a little.
didn't know all the words he was saying til later on in jr. high/high school.
here's a news story:
OSLO, Norway (AP) -- Fifteen years after the end of the Cold War, the risk of nuclear disaster is as great as ever with terrorists zealously pursuing atomic weapons, chief U.N. nuclear inspector Mohamed ElBaradei said Saturday in accepting the 2005 Nobel Peace Prize.
basically, the world must abandon all nuclear types of weapons.
i went to an 80's dance party last night.
that was really fun.
i felt embaressed halfway through though.
then i started to feel sick and tired.
if only i could tell you all what was going through my head.
those thoughts will be kept private.
unless you really have to know, then i might tell.
writing, writing, writing...
i like writing.
i don't like writing and then sharing it to the world.
but i do like writing.
ya know, i'll give you all something
just random sentences that hopefully will tie together
no backspacing or anything
My life is much like a cigarette.
The first puff, the first breath, is so relaxing.
I want to feel more of this.
The more I'm sucked away, the more it starts to hurt.
The life I'm living hurts more and more, with each breath.
Before long, I've reached the end.
And I've learned that I am the cigarette.
And thrown away.
Thrown away and forgotten.
And I'm not alone.
Many lives are spent like this.
We come together.
We share our stories.
Of the ones we've served that threw us out like nothing.
We were something to them for a few brief moments.
We come together to discuss, to share our pain.
Blown away by the wind, suddenly, we learn then that even our friends in pain will sometimes be taken away.
We've learned that we were used, from beginning to end.
But that's okay, because that's our purpose.
We smile for our servents.
"Use us as you want," we say.
"It doesn't hurt, please, continue feeling better," we'll continue.
And then tossed aside.
And I'm, we're, okay with that.
Use us as you want.
Use me as you would like.
The pain is only temporary.
I'll smile so you feel better.
That's what I'm here for.
That's my purpose.
And for the first time, I'm actually happy with that.
Just do me a favor, it's a small one, I swear.
Show me that you at least care a small bit.
Show me that you are listening.
It doesn't have to be all the time.
Just once, I'll hold onto that memory.
It'll be okay, I swear.
I swear, I swear.
It'll be okay.
Once.
wow... well, for the record, that's how i was feeling in my junior/senior years of high school... i guess i was thinking about that and that's what it was mostly like.
i guess it's kinda like how it is today, not as much, but i still feel used, more a lot than a little.
but that's okay
i've learned to grow and be happy with that.
i'm becoming more and more happy each day.
things are kind of going my way and that's really never happened before.
but i'll let the world know this.
i fake smile a lot.
i wish i was happy when being used.
but i fake smile a lot.
and the people who don't use me see the real me.
my friends, the people i love, i'll die for them if need be.
i'll smile for them, if they want me to.
i'll love them wholly and fully.
i have a handfull of good friends.
i have few really good friends.
i have a couple best friends, one or two.
and i have me.
the end of fraud.
please, smile for me.
smile so i know that you feel for me,
what i feel for you.
really bored
i've been writing a lot of things with a mind to post them on here
cause i have nothing to do
but i always erase them
i don't think people would like to read them
i guess i feel embaressed
some of the stuff i've written i think is good
a boy in chicago was killed by a southwest airlines plane that skidded off the runway because of really bad snow.
the plane collided with a car.
the boy was in the car.
very young child, had so much of his life to live.
his mother watched him go.
the weather killed this young boy.
don't believe the weather is perfect the day that you die.
everything's a trick.
the rule of thumb on life is this.
we're all being tricked.
trust yourself.
just looked on cnn.com.
richard pryor is dead.
at 65.
my dad used to watch him and so did i, growing up a little.
didn't know all the words he was saying til later on in jr. high/high school.
here's a news story:
OSLO, Norway (AP) -- Fifteen years after the end of the Cold War, the risk of nuclear disaster is as great as ever with terrorists zealously pursuing atomic weapons, chief U.N. nuclear inspector Mohamed ElBaradei said Saturday in accepting the 2005 Nobel Peace Prize.
basically, the world must abandon all nuclear types of weapons.
i went to an 80's dance party last night.
that was really fun.
i felt embaressed halfway through though.
then i started to feel sick and tired.
if only i could tell you all what was going through my head.
those thoughts will be kept private.
unless you really have to know, then i might tell.
writing, writing, writing...
i like writing.
i don't like writing and then sharing it to the world.
but i do like writing.
ya know, i'll give you all something
just random sentences that hopefully will tie together
no backspacing or anything
My life is much like a cigarette.
The first puff, the first breath, is so relaxing.
I want to feel more of this.
The more I'm sucked away, the more it starts to hurt.
The life I'm living hurts more and more, with each breath.
Before long, I've reached the end.
And I've learned that I am the cigarette.
And thrown away.
Thrown away and forgotten.
And I'm not alone.
Many lives are spent like this.
We come together.
We share our stories.
Of the ones we've served that threw us out like nothing.
We were something to them for a few brief moments.
We come together to discuss, to share our pain.
Blown away by the wind, suddenly, we learn then that even our friends in pain will sometimes be taken away.
We've learned that we were used, from beginning to end.
But that's okay, because that's our purpose.
We smile for our servents.
"Use us as you want," we say.
"It doesn't hurt, please, continue feeling better," we'll continue.
And then tossed aside.
And I'm, we're, okay with that.
Use us as you want.
Use me as you would like.
The pain is only temporary.
I'll smile so you feel better.
That's what I'm here for.
That's my purpose.
And for the first time, I'm actually happy with that.
Just do me a favor, it's a small one, I swear.
Show me that you at least care a small bit.
Show me that you are listening.
It doesn't have to be all the time.
Just once, I'll hold onto that memory.
It'll be okay, I swear.
I swear, I swear.
It'll be okay.
Once.
wow... well, for the record, that's how i was feeling in my junior/senior years of high school... i guess i was thinking about that and that's what it was mostly like.
i guess it's kinda like how it is today, not as much, but i still feel used, more a lot than a little.
but that's okay
i've learned to grow and be happy with that.
i'm becoming more and more happy each day.
things are kind of going my way and that's really never happened before.
but i'll let the world know this.
i fake smile a lot.
i wish i was happy when being used.
but i fake smile a lot.
and the people who don't use me see the real me.
my friends, the people i love, i'll die for them if need be.
i'll smile for them, if they want me to.
i'll love them wholly and fully.
i have a handfull of good friends.
i have few really good friends.
i have a couple best friends, one or two.
and i have me.
the end of fraud.
please, smile for me.
smile so i know that you feel for me,
what i feel for you.