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I need something to write about. So let’s let you in on my life: First off women, females, and little girls don’t like me. Definition: Woman- a mature lady whom chooses their mate according to the mind of their mate, not body or looks. Female: a lady who chooses its mate according to their personality. Little girl: lady whom chooses their mate solely on looks alone. To continue on with my writing one must look inside one’s self to realize “Why must I pay so much attention to this?” Then realize it’s the only thing you have to hope for. Now realize that you have failed miserably at being a normal human being. Realize that 99.9% of your friends are just a timeshare. That only .1% of your friends will blow off their lives, just to give you company. Realize that in the time you’ve spent reading this, that one guy or girl that you’ve hoped like you, the same person you’ve spent the better part of your youth with, will not accept as a mate, or as anything else for that matter. Then she or he will leave, maybe to another state, like Texas, and forget you even exist. Realize as you come to accept this “Just Friends” attitude, you’ve let a potential mate pass you by. Now realize that you’ve been used. Realize the all the girls or guys you’ve like, like your skinnier better looking friend. Now realize you are living in a world where the assholes, “wife beaters”, and cheaters, get the women. Realize this is the same world where you, a perfect catch, will never get the one you wanted to begin with, and if you do have that one you wanted realize how lucky you are and cherish it. Realize that the same guy or girl that says “I wish I had someone like you.” Really means “I wish you were better looking.” Now realize the sheet of paper you’ve been writing on isn’t big enough to hold all of your emotions and feelings. Now realize you have to find a way to publish this way that the world will get to read this. Realize that you have “Myspace, livejournal, and poetry.com.” Now realize as soon as you get home someone will be on the computer. Realize that as they get off your asshole father or mother will come home and kick you off the computer. Realize you will have to wait days before you can put this online. Realize your pain will never go away. Realize that even the slut doesn’t like you. Realize if you leave, die, vanish, it will cause pain to many. Realize as soon as your gone they will realize how much of a gift you were. Realize you will get more love in death then you ever did alive. Realize your scars will never fade away. Realize you are nothing. Embrace this. Realize to cure your pain is to cause others pain. Embrace this. Realize you have died a little inside. Realize if you make this writing too long no one will read this. Use this to your advantage. Realize you have to change. Realize you have to compromise to get anything you want. Realize you’ve written about yourself but to yourself. Realize at least one person will sit down and read all of this. Realize not everyone will be happy after reading this. Realize they will have questions after reading this. Prepare yourself. Realize you’ve just exposed yourself by writing this. Realize that starting 80% of your sentences with the word “realize” you’ve given this writing a poetic touch. Realize you have misspelled words in your writing. Realize you’ve been chasing an ideal that is now unwanted. Relies by reading this you’ve enlighten yourself. With pain and anguish you future enlighten one. John Garcia