The Five People You Meet In Heaven
I'm reading a book. it's good.
im going to read the da vinci code next.
then im going to start reading the bible.
then im going to read several different books that talk about the da vinci code and the bible. and then im going to state what i believe. all while living the life i've been living...well. ive changed the life i was living a bit. whatever.
here are some excerpts from this book;
>>Why?
>>Did you ever wonder?
>>Why people gather when others die?
>>Why they feel that they should?
>>It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesnt just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
>>It happens everyday. When lightning strikes the minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
>>It is why we are drawn to babies...and to funerals.
You may recognize that from my away message. Unless of course you blocked me. *points*
Grip,Slip shadows are made
Drop, Pull faces are changed
People say the "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And Eddie found a certain love with Marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew,above all else, was irreplaceable. Once she'd gone, he'd let the days go stale. He put his heart to sleep.
Have you ever wanted to say something?
But, it is so cliche and so overused it has lost all meaning.
Society has jaded a real life emotion that you want to express.
And now all of a sudden, "I love you" or "I miss you" doesn't get the girl to turn around anymore. You lack originality, yet are full of honesty. But honesty gets you nowhere.
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
..
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
fucking do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
seriously.
I found out that I am underweight. I weigh 134 pounds. Which is 10 pounds under weight for an 18 year old male, who's head is 5 feet and 8 inches above the ground.
I look better underweight.
It's hard for me to eat sometimes. Being stoned all the time ruined natural hunger for me. Natural hunger wasn't enough. I got over it though.
fuck you for not asking and having to read this.
fuck me for writing all about it instead of talking to someone. everything.
totally lame.
im waiting too. until september 18th i think it is. until then i'll squirm in my seat and try to say all the right things. but im different. im weird.
tv has shown me that there are guys out there who dont know what the fuck they are doing at all. they dont know how to talk to a girl.
i know more then them, and i have no game.
HEROINE. a female hero and a drug...a female hero is a drug. the woman you love should be a hero of yours. and love. is a drug. with some fucked up side effects. the comedown is so awful. Once you've been shot up with it, though, you're addicted. and you have to have it to feel whole. thats what it is.
so dont try it. JUST SAY NO.
"I want you to love me"
"I can't"
"why not?"
"because. i'll love you with everything i have."
"I want that"
"No you dont. I'll love you with everything I have and you'll break my heart, or I'll break yours and everything you have will be lost and you won't know what the fuck to do with yourself. You want to feel high? go smoke some pot. go sniff a line of coke...no? no cocaine? Go break up some ADD medication and snort that. Feel speed. and when you come down you'll be depressed. But at least your whole world wont have stopped and you'll have a direction."
"I want to get high off you."
"What about the comedown?"
"This time, there wont be one."
"How do you know?"
"Because. You're everything I've ever wanted."
"How do you know?"
"I know you."
"I know you."
"And I still love you."
"I dont want to get hurt."
"I love you"
"Please..."
"I love you, I know you. And I love you."
"I cant love you."
"fuck you. You already do."
"How do you know?"
"You're still here."
I dont even know.
im going to read the da vinci code next.
then im going to start reading the bible.
then im going to read several different books that talk about the da vinci code and the bible. and then im going to state what i believe. all while living the life i've been living...well. ive changed the life i was living a bit. whatever.
here are some excerpts from this book;
>>Why?
>>Did you ever wonder?
>>Why people gather when others die?
>>Why they feel that they should?
>>It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesnt just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
>>It happens everyday. When lightning strikes the minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
>>It is why we are drawn to babies...and to funerals.
You may recognize that from my away message. Unless of course you blocked me. *points*
Grip,Slip shadows are made
Drop, Pull faces are changed
People say the "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And Eddie found a certain love with Marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew,above all else, was irreplaceable. Once she'd gone, he'd let the days go stale. He put his heart to sleep.
Have you ever wanted to say something?
But, it is so cliche and so overused it has lost all meaning.
Society has jaded a real life emotion that you want to express.
And now all of a sudden, "I love you" or "I miss you" doesn't get the girl to turn around anymore. You lack originality, yet are full of honesty. But honesty gets you nowhere.
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
..
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
fucking do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
do it.
seriously.
I found out that I am underweight. I weigh 134 pounds. Which is 10 pounds under weight for an 18 year old male, who's head is 5 feet and 8 inches above the ground.
I look better underweight.
It's hard for me to eat sometimes. Being stoned all the time ruined natural hunger for me. Natural hunger wasn't enough. I got over it though.
fuck you for not asking and having to read this.
fuck me for writing all about it instead of talking to someone. everything.
totally lame.
im waiting too. until september 18th i think it is. until then i'll squirm in my seat and try to say all the right things. but im different. im weird.
tv has shown me that there are guys out there who dont know what the fuck they are doing at all. they dont know how to talk to a girl.
i know more then them, and i have no game.
HEROINE. a female hero and a drug...a female hero is a drug. the woman you love should be a hero of yours. and love. is a drug. with some fucked up side effects. the comedown is so awful. Once you've been shot up with it, though, you're addicted. and you have to have it to feel whole. thats what it is.
so dont try it. JUST SAY NO.
"I want you to love me"
"I can't"
"why not?"
"because. i'll love you with everything i have."
"I want that"
"No you dont. I'll love you with everything I have and you'll break my heart, or I'll break yours and everything you have will be lost and you won't know what the fuck to do with yourself. You want to feel high? go smoke some pot. go sniff a line of coke...no? no cocaine? Go break up some ADD medication and snort that. Feel speed. and when you come down you'll be depressed. But at least your whole world wont have stopped and you'll have a direction."
"I want to get high off you."
"What about the comedown?"
"This time, there wont be one."
"How do you know?"
"Because. You're everything I've ever wanted."
"How do you know?"
"I know you."
"I know you."
"And I still love you."
"I dont want to get hurt."
"I love you"
"Please..."
"I love you, I know you. And I love you."
"I cant love you."
"fuck you. You already do."
"How do you know?"
"You're still here."
I dont even know.