pretty much the best topic ever on a messageboard.
http://www.b9board.com/viewtopic.php?t=225235&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0
i dunno, i found it interesting. its funny how so many kids come from such well off backgrounds, and there's nothing wrong with that, i just hope the majority of people realise how fortunate they are. i was hardly brought up in the slums, but my parents have struggled quite a few times to meet ends meet and i still appreciate everything i have, and like someone on that post said i feel pretty weird when people talk to me about there parents paying for this and that and getting new $500 phones and all that shit. this isnt a 'omg i h8 rich kidz' at all cause i know plenty of people who have wealthy parents and they are awesome. if i hopefully get this job at advertiser, i want to give some of it away at least so i can at least contribute to society. i don't think people stop and think and realise how so many people are less fortunate than them, i've been guilty of it so many times. on the topic, what teachers get paid is a fucking joke, public schools need to be fixed up already. i just don't have the answers.
It's a sick world and innocence doesn't last any longer than bloodstains on the city streets that wash out with the rain, slip through gutters and down the drains. Down here life decays like scraps of old newsprint that yellow with age. There's a place in the city where things go to die and the streets are littered with soiled lives. Human wreckage the byproduct of a diseased society. It's a disease. It's a cold world and the sick and addicted are left to die in the corner of town that tourists don't see and on the street corners at night. Desperation is an ugly sight so we force fake smiles and avert our eyes. We become prisoners of our own privilege, living in fear of those we've demonized. There's a place in the city where things go to die. A spectacle of ruined lives. Destitution and addiction, symptoms of a modern plague. It's a disease. So lock your doors and close your eyes and whisper to yourself: "Everything will be alright." It's a cruel world and innocence gets lost somewhere in piss soaked alleys and on filthy streets.
i dunno, i found it interesting. its funny how so many kids come from such well off backgrounds, and there's nothing wrong with that, i just hope the majority of people realise how fortunate they are. i was hardly brought up in the slums, but my parents have struggled quite a few times to meet ends meet and i still appreciate everything i have, and like someone on that post said i feel pretty weird when people talk to me about there parents paying for this and that and getting new $500 phones and all that shit. this isnt a 'omg i h8 rich kidz' at all cause i know plenty of people who have wealthy parents and they are awesome. if i hopefully get this job at advertiser, i want to give some of it away at least so i can at least contribute to society. i don't think people stop and think and realise how so many people are less fortunate than them, i've been guilty of it so many times. on the topic, what teachers get paid is a fucking joke, public schools need to be fixed up already. i just don't have the answers.
It's a sick world and innocence doesn't last any longer than bloodstains on the city streets that wash out with the rain, slip through gutters and down the drains. Down here life decays like scraps of old newsprint that yellow with age. There's a place in the city where things go to die and the streets are littered with soiled lives. Human wreckage the byproduct of a diseased society. It's a disease. It's a cold world and the sick and addicted are left to die in the corner of town that tourists don't see and on the street corners at night. Desperation is an ugly sight so we force fake smiles and avert our eyes. We become prisoners of our own privilege, living in fear of those we've demonized. There's a place in the city where things go to die. A spectacle of ruined lives. Destitution and addiction, symptoms of a modern plague. It's a disease. So lock your doors and close your eyes and whisper to yourself: "Everything will be alright." It's a cruel world and innocence gets lost somewhere in piss soaked alleys and on filthy streets.