Pink and Black Denim Jeans
Hello,
I decided to write again. Man, I'm on a roll. I don't remember the last time I wrote in here, but it wasn't too long ago. Thats the effects of drugs on me, kids.
I went [with philo and lit kids] to a Holocaust museum. I had an earth rattling realizaton (actually it was just the quarries using their controlled explosives). Nonetheless, I had a realization that I think I already knew. So, perhaps, it was not a realization at all, but a memory of a realization. All in all I suppose, there will be some people who get 'it' and some people who won't. It doesn't matter what 'it' is. If 'it' is somewhat intelligent, there are some who will never get it. I don't mean those who are mentally disabled because there are some adults and (mostly) children who know more than I ever will. these people I am talking about are just people who don't care. Now, I'm not one to speak because I am quite apathetic most of the time, but I still get 'it'. these people are just morons who think that they are better than the rest of the world --not just jocks, but girls who are somewhat intelligent in the classroom setting. they are just abnoxious. 'Don't know if that made sense, but i am taking it into my responsibiltiy to make it sense. Ha. All in all, people are stupid, people are ignorant, and those qualities make you a bitch. PEople don't like bitches. They are easy.loose.tramps.worthless.
That was quite cruel.Perhaps I shouldn't have said that. Oh well. I have this thing where I write what i am thinking and I don't erase what I think is too harsh or stupid. If it is stupid that i am stupid, unfortnately.
Danielle wanted to know what I said to the speaker today. I told her that her spirit was fabulous and that i wish I had half of what she has. She told me, "You will dear, one day you will." Danielle wouldn't understand. i found her immature and unable to let things sink in. Going to a place like that is overwhelming; whether there are ducks in a river is irrelevant because I was numb for the moments I had experienced.
I am listening to Endless numbered days by iron and wine on repeat. it gives me memories. all i have and all i am are my memories.
I decided to write again. Man, I'm on a roll. I don't remember the last time I wrote in here, but it wasn't too long ago. Thats the effects of drugs on me, kids.
I went [with philo and lit kids] to a Holocaust museum. I had an earth rattling realizaton (actually it was just the quarries using their controlled explosives). Nonetheless, I had a realization that I think I already knew. So, perhaps, it was not a realization at all, but a memory of a realization. All in all I suppose, there will be some people who get 'it' and some people who won't. It doesn't matter what 'it' is. If 'it' is somewhat intelligent, there are some who will never get it. I don't mean those who are mentally disabled because there are some adults and (mostly) children who know more than I ever will. these people I am talking about are just people who don't care. Now, I'm not one to speak because I am quite apathetic most of the time, but I still get 'it'. these people are just morons who think that they are better than the rest of the world --not just jocks, but girls who are somewhat intelligent in the classroom setting. they are just abnoxious. 'Don't know if that made sense, but i am taking it into my responsibiltiy to make it sense. Ha. All in all, people are stupid, people are ignorant, and those qualities make you a bitch. PEople don't like bitches. They are easy.loose.tramps.worthless.
That was quite cruel.Perhaps I shouldn't have said that. Oh well. I have this thing where I write what i am thinking and I don't erase what I think is too harsh or stupid. If it is stupid that i am stupid, unfortnately.
Danielle wanted to know what I said to the speaker today. I told her that her spirit was fabulous and that i wish I had half of what she has. She told me, "You will dear, one day you will." Danielle wouldn't understand. i found her immature and unable to let things sink in. Going to a place like that is overwhelming; whether there are ducks in a river is irrelevant because I was numb for the moments I had experienced.
I am listening to Endless numbered days by iron and wine on repeat. it gives me memories. all i have and all i am are my memories.