I'm done with high school. YES! Done with the stupidity of people...shit, there's more of it in the world. Oh well.
Last night I had a rather odd dream that I'd like to share with you readers...
I was entering what looked like a hell, there was a long stretch of rode, dirt rode. In what appeared to be hell. And at the end of that road was a Church in hell, I fallowed along with my family and walked with what seemed to be thousands and thousands of people. A mans voice that sounded threw the hell announced "All of the uncles and aunts, please enter to you'r right", And so my cousin and I entered into the right gate and sat on bleachers at a school graduation. A Projection screen came on and a man appeared on it, he was dressed in white. "All section of families! I have a special gift for all of you...Whom ever individuals can scream the loudest, I will provide a chef that will cook for you for the rest of your life". My cousin and I screamed the loudest, I however won. Little did i know I was tricked into taking care of what I thought where demons at toddler stage. Me being just a simple mortal I did as the children said, they stood in the kitchen playing something called "pokey" Where they took smaller mortal humans and twisted their bodies in ways it shouldn't bend. One particular baby who was red all over jumped on a counter and demanded I do something. When I refused he began to throw a fit, and when the child was upset the underworld would start to spill from under my feet. I was scared and in my stage of fear I grabbed an axe that was oddly in the kitchen and beheaded the child.
I ran to the room and shut the door, blocking it with a heavy dresser. A rather beautiful seductive women layed on the bed, she whispered to me to come lay with her, but I refused. I tied her down and throw bottles of gasoline anywhere, I slammed against the dresser as the children banged there way threw the door and sobbed. I was scared and afraid, once the Children threw the door down I leaped out the window leaving a match behind. As ran down the street I was arrested and thrown into a small room where I was tied up in a jacket and chained down. They threw a newspaper in front of my face and said "Look, you mad front page cazy"
In the front page there where nine children, and an old lady, all had died in a fire. It said...
"A brutal murder has taken place in a quiet suburban area. nine children and an elderly women have been burned alive in their own home.." The Demons I thought up of where children I was babysitting. The women in bed was an elderly sick women. The child I had beheaded was actually a little three year old boy whom had just climbed the counter. The other children I had imagined chasing me where running after the phone that was in the room I ran into. The doctors had claimed me insane and threw me into a special hospital, I was to be put to death. I cried out and told them I wasn't crazy and I saw what I saw, but how could i argue with the blood of the children in my hands?
It was a dream that woke me up...a Dream that scared me. Have you ever had a dream that made you think?
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Its here!
So in one of my latest post you read about a person by the name of Riley..
well here is some further update, its safe to say Riley and I have been going steady for some time (ohhh yeaaahh!)
And I gotta say, it dosnt compare to any of the shit relationships I ever went threw in the past. Riley seems to understand where I come from, they are patient with me...Riley is so very sweet with the actions they take : ) I'm kinda wondering why I hadn't found Riley sooner, maybe it could have saved me from what I went threw with Sam. BUT, never the less, Riley is the cutest fucking thing alive. Though it saddens me a little that Riley is slightly younger, and will be attending school for another year, but Riley has no worry for our relationship. Riley is confident that nothing will turn wrong (which scares me a little..)
I am a little worried...thats how it destroyed me and Sam, over the summer. But I trust in Riley's words and will support them threw the next school year as best as I can.
In later news, its my last day in public education. Today i'm gonna go bitch some bitches, go to sixflags, and...yeah...pretty much it.. I feel i should make amends with Sam and their new love. After I had decided to go steady with Riley they had assume I was still mad crazy about Sam, which wasn't the case. Old news was dug up from its grave, thus the spark between Sam, the lover, and I began. A bitter hatred was cooked up! Which I find its not my place to really apologize...I mean, yes I agree some of my actions where uncalled for and may have made Sam REALLY uneasy, but after I finely decided to give up, they still seem to have mistaken my friendlyness for something else..My best friend thinks that the lover may be trying to find an excuse to fight with me and pick at me, though I don't acknowledge their actions...
But is it my place to say sorry? or should the lover get of their high horse? Riley is disgusted when they see Sam, hates what Sam did to me, how they made me feel. I felt it was just water under the bridge, yes i don't have any trace of "Love" for Sam anymore, but I can't say I hate Sam and wouldn't help them even if they needed it. This fucked up love triangle friendship rectangle shit is just out of wack, I suppose after highschool I won't have any memory of the two because i'll be so focused on my college and Riley...If they are in my future that is.
well here is some further update, its safe to say Riley and I have been going steady for some time (ohhh yeaaahh!)
And I gotta say, it dosnt compare to any of the shit relationships I ever went threw in the past. Riley seems to understand where I come from, they are patient with me...Riley is so very sweet with the actions they take : ) I'm kinda wondering why I hadn't found Riley sooner, maybe it could have saved me from what I went threw with Sam. BUT, never the less, Riley is the cutest fucking thing alive. Though it saddens me a little that Riley is slightly younger, and will be attending school for another year, but Riley has no worry for our relationship. Riley is confident that nothing will turn wrong (which scares me a little..)
I am a little worried...thats how it destroyed me and Sam, over the summer. But I trust in Riley's words and will support them threw the next school year as best as I can.
In later news, its my last day in public education. Today i'm gonna go bitch some bitches, go to sixflags, and...yeah...pretty much it.. I feel i should make amends with Sam and their new love. After I had decided to go steady with Riley they had assume I was still mad crazy about Sam, which wasn't the case. Old news was dug up from its grave, thus the spark between Sam, the lover, and I began. A bitter hatred was cooked up! Which I find its not my place to really apologize...I mean, yes I agree some of my actions where uncalled for and may have made Sam REALLY uneasy, but after I finely decided to give up, they still seem to have mistaken my friendlyness for something else..My best friend thinks that the lover may be trying to find an excuse to fight with me and pick at me, though I don't acknowledge their actions...
But is it my place to say sorry? or should the lover get of their high horse? Riley is disgusted when they see Sam, hates what Sam did to me, how they made me feel. I felt it was just water under the bridge, yes i don't have any trace of "Love" for Sam anymore, but I can't say I hate Sam and wouldn't help them even if they needed it. This fucked up love triangle friendship rectangle shit is just out of wack, I suppose after highschool I won't have any memory of the two because i'll be so focused on my college and Riley...If they are in my future that is.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Ghost N' What the fuck?
I have absolutely nothing to do today, the family has left on another venture without my handicap sister and I...Might as well right a short blog.
I wanted to share some...Ghostly encounters i've had in the past as a child, now rather you believe in the super natural, ghost, spirits, whatever you may have it. These encounters where truly spin breaking. Events in my life i won't forget because of the fear that was shot threw my body...
FIRST ENCOUNTER- The man with a hat
As a child I was often found at my cousins house playing the latest game or bickering at who got to play first player and who played second. My dear cousin would often tell me about tall man with a hat that would appear at the entrance of his room, even as a child this got me to think of what a ghost or the dead may be, or where they may be, Why they came to visit, and what their purpose was. But being only seven years old I paid little attention and withdrew back to the card game we had loved and played so much.
My dear cousin's family was loaded with money, every year they went on vacation to Las Vegas, and every two years they would be packing up for Montana. They where headed off to see my Aunt who lived in Montana for two weeks, and for two weeks my grandmother and I had to house sit. That meant being there for the full two weeks. And so we did, I got to sleep in my cousins room and was free to play any game I pleased to. Well the fun lasted the first day, I couldn't handle the night. The very thought of being alone in that room made my eyes open with no urge to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned, added pillows, deducted pillows in an attempt to change my sleeping position. Nothing seemed to work, I figured it was just me adjusting to the idea of sleeping in my cousins house without them there with me.
The next day I woke up to a sleepless feeling. I tried to shake off the feeling and continue my day without feeling the urge to have to go back to the room and sleep, but of course my body got the best of me...I found myself sleeping on the family sofa along side with my sickly grandmother. At that time her, herself would often fall asleep to the noise of the price is right. When I woke up from my nap it was already the afternoon, I felt fully rested and I knew that the night was going to be hell, the smell of home made french fries and pattie burgers stole my attention for a while, I was able to not think of what will soon become of my night.
The night soon fallowed, the sun vanished..I stood up as long as I could, trying to conversate with my grandmother to keep her from wanting to go to bed in the other room. But that failed, she would fall asleep the same time every day, and that time had soon crept. So I was forced to sleep in that room that made me feel so sickly. There I laid the second night, eyes wide open. My mind would shoot for the slightest noise and movement, afraid? No...Alert and prepared. The block my cousin had lived on wasn't terrible, but hell the city is. Crime after crime, people don't seem to listen do they?
I couldn't sleep, i felt uneasy. I turned on the TV hoping to find something worth watching, only thing that got my attention was a cooking channel that was oddly on at the time of night. I soon grew tired enough to turn the TV off and fall asleep. The next week was silent, few cracks here and there. There was one night that scared me. A man with a low laugh was laughing at what seemed to come from the hallway, my grandmother had came in asking if I was laughing or if I was watching anything, as soon as I said no she moved her stuff to the room I was in and fell asleep on the second bed.
The last night we stood there was very tense, both my grandmother and I wanted to leave. The day only seemed to drag, every glance at the clock felt like the arm didn't move...
Until night had fallen, my grandmother grew the courage to sleep in the other room. She had asked if I had wanted her to stay with me, stupidly I said No in an effort to not bother her. My eyes felt heavy my mind was nearly shut and I couldn't sleep...When I shut my eyes i would feel the sense of some one behind my ready to kill me, so i'd turn to the other side...that same feeling came back. The feeling of someone watching me. As I faced the wall my tired eyes glared into it, trying to figure out the odd dots, creating pictures in my mind to connect to the bumps, I was terrified to turn around and face whatever was staring at me. It was a hot night, the fan was on and i felt the cold air brushing my neck, but then oddly I felt warm air, at this time I was stun in fear, I slowly turned my whole body to the other side and was face to face with a jelly like man, he had a hat, and his face was very ugly. He was see threw, his eyes black and grin seemingly evil. I shut my eyes and rolled off the other side of the bed, getting stuck between the bed and wall, when I looked back up in a hurry the face was gone, his grin gone. But that face i'll never forget.
SECOND ENCOUNTER- The children and the drowning mother.
When I was the age of fourteen I moved from my grandmothers house and the hell they called a city and into my mothers house. They lived on top of a storage store, it was an onsite store. When I first arrived I shared the living room couch with the family dog. Until my mother was able to give me a bed, I slept there. Time to time i'd hear the laughter of two children playing outside, I often thought it was my two little siblings but when I'd look outside they seem to have gone to another part of the site and I wouldn't hear their laughter. As time went I grew to like the tiny cozy apartment. One day my Grandmother comes to visit, her and my own mother left to get food for that nights dinner, I insisted on staying home to catch up on cleaning, homework, and other things I had to do.
As they left I felt it was perfect time to silently do my homework, with the kids out of the house and them out, I found quiet. Along side with my orange and white doggy I smashed my books back into my bag. Tossing it onto my bed I heard a beep, That beep often indicated that someone was coming upstairs. I figured my mother was back from the store, but when I looked down the rail there was no one there. "Might have been the air from the AC?" I thought aloud while glancing at my dog, he sneezed and walked away to the kitchen looking at the food I was preparing...
As I finished up my lunch I simply had nothing to do, an hour past, fallowed by two..then three. I looked at my phone to see I had missed a text, it said
"You'r little brother and sister are with us, so is dad and grandma. Going to the casino!"
Yes, they leaving my like this a lot. I shrugged and tossed my phone aside, gotta admit I was irritated that I wasn't invited, could they have at least pretended to want me there? After an hour or so my dog had the urge to pee, I walked down stairs and opened the garage door to let him do what he had to do. As I waited I heard laughter again, I thought they where back from their trip, when I opened the back door and poked my head out, there wasn't anyone there. Could have sworn they where there! the laughter was so clear.
Going back in I was sure to lock the doors and bring my dog back up with me. I sat down trying to figure out what on earth was the laughter, and where it came from. These children had such a clear laughter....I thought nothing of it after a while and got to doing the dishes before my mother came home. As soon as I touched the water I heard an older women gasp for air as if she was rising from the water, I quickly turned the water off to listen, Nothing. When I turned it on again and touched the water she gasped. Afraid, I quickly finished and turned on all the lights. I had the dream catcher my grandfather made me before he passed away in hand, in my culture dream catchers are meant to catch evil spirits that mean you harm of fear. As I sat there waiting for the family to return I found myself oddly feeling sleepy. I woke up the next morning in my day cloths with the dream catcher in hand and my dog at my side.
I thought nothing of it, it never came back, the gasping and the laughter. It soon slipped my mind after a day. It was brought up when my older brother had claimed to hear children laughing often on site when he is alone at the house. The owner of the site (the property owner) had told us that there use to be a farm on that land, there was a husband, wife, and two small kids, one was a boy and the other was a girl. The Father had killed his family, drowned his wife and as his kids played inside he locked them in burning the house to the ground. He later hung himself on a near by tree. I'v always wanted to know why they stood behind, the women may still be fighting her husbands grip in an attempt to save her children. The Children where young, they have no clue they are dead.
My grandmother and mother have had much more encounters then I have. Have you encountered anything worth sharing?
-Hunter
I wanted to share some...Ghostly encounters i've had in the past as a child, now rather you believe in the super natural, ghost, spirits, whatever you may have it. These encounters where truly spin breaking. Events in my life i won't forget because of the fear that was shot threw my body...
FIRST ENCOUNTER- The man with a hat
As a child I was often found at my cousins house playing the latest game or bickering at who got to play first player and who played second. My dear cousin would often tell me about tall man with a hat that would appear at the entrance of his room, even as a child this got me to think of what a ghost or the dead may be, or where they may be, Why they came to visit, and what their purpose was. But being only seven years old I paid little attention and withdrew back to the card game we had loved and played so much.
My dear cousin's family was loaded with money, every year they went on vacation to Las Vegas, and every two years they would be packing up for Montana. They where headed off to see my Aunt who lived in Montana for two weeks, and for two weeks my grandmother and I had to house sit. That meant being there for the full two weeks. And so we did, I got to sleep in my cousins room and was free to play any game I pleased to. Well the fun lasted the first day, I couldn't handle the night. The very thought of being alone in that room made my eyes open with no urge to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned, added pillows, deducted pillows in an attempt to change my sleeping position. Nothing seemed to work, I figured it was just me adjusting to the idea of sleeping in my cousins house without them there with me.
The next day I woke up to a sleepless feeling. I tried to shake off the feeling and continue my day without feeling the urge to have to go back to the room and sleep, but of course my body got the best of me...I found myself sleeping on the family sofa along side with my sickly grandmother. At that time her, herself would often fall asleep to the noise of the price is right. When I woke up from my nap it was already the afternoon, I felt fully rested and I knew that the night was going to be hell, the smell of home made french fries and pattie burgers stole my attention for a while, I was able to not think of what will soon become of my night.
The night soon fallowed, the sun vanished..I stood up as long as I could, trying to conversate with my grandmother to keep her from wanting to go to bed in the other room. But that failed, she would fall asleep the same time every day, and that time had soon crept. So I was forced to sleep in that room that made me feel so sickly. There I laid the second night, eyes wide open. My mind would shoot for the slightest noise and movement, afraid? No...Alert and prepared. The block my cousin had lived on wasn't terrible, but hell the city is. Crime after crime, people don't seem to listen do they?
I couldn't sleep, i felt uneasy. I turned on the TV hoping to find something worth watching, only thing that got my attention was a cooking channel that was oddly on at the time of night. I soon grew tired enough to turn the TV off and fall asleep. The next week was silent, few cracks here and there. There was one night that scared me. A man with a low laugh was laughing at what seemed to come from the hallway, my grandmother had came in asking if I was laughing or if I was watching anything, as soon as I said no she moved her stuff to the room I was in and fell asleep on the second bed.
The last night we stood there was very tense, both my grandmother and I wanted to leave. The day only seemed to drag, every glance at the clock felt like the arm didn't move...
Until night had fallen, my grandmother grew the courage to sleep in the other room. She had asked if I had wanted her to stay with me, stupidly I said No in an effort to not bother her. My eyes felt heavy my mind was nearly shut and I couldn't sleep...When I shut my eyes i would feel the sense of some one behind my ready to kill me, so i'd turn to the other side...that same feeling came back. The feeling of someone watching me. As I faced the wall my tired eyes glared into it, trying to figure out the odd dots, creating pictures in my mind to connect to the bumps, I was terrified to turn around and face whatever was staring at me. It was a hot night, the fan was on and i felt the cold air brushing my neck, but then oddly I felt warm air, at this time I was stun in fear, I slowly turned my whole body to the other side and was face to face with a jelly like man, he had a hat, and his face was very ugly. He was see threw, his eyes black and grin seemingly evil. I shut my eyes and rolled off the other side of the bed, getting stuck between the bed and wall, when I looked back up in a hurry the face was gone, his grin gone. But that face i'll never forget.
SECOND ENCOUNTER- The children and the drowning mother.
When I was the age of fourteen I moved from my grandmothers house and the hell they called a city and into my mothers house. They lived on top of a storage store, it was an onsite store. When I first arrived I shared the living room couch with the family dog. Until my mother was able to give me a bed, I slept there. Time to time i'd hear the laughter of two children playing outside, I often thought it was my two little siblings but when I'd look outside they seem to have gone to another part of the site and I wouldn't hear their laughter. As time went I grew to like the tiny cozy apartment. One day my Grandmother comes to visit, her and my own mother left to get food for that nights dinner, I insisted on staying home to catch up on cleaning, homework, and other things I had to do.
As they left I felt it was perfect time to silently do my homework, with the kids out of the house and them out, I found quiet. Along side with my orange and white doggy I smashed my books back into my bag. Tossing it onto my bed I heard a beep, That beep often indicated that someone was coming upstairs. I figured my mother was back from the store, but when I looked down the rail there was no one there. "Might have been the air from the AC?" I thought aloud while glancing at my dog, he sneezed and walked away to the kitchen looking at the food I was preparing...
As I finished up my lunch I simply had nothing to do, an hour past, fallowed by two..then three. I looked at my phone to see I had missed a text, it said
"You'r little brother and sister are with us, so is dad and grandma. Going to the casino!"
Yes, they leaving my like this a lot. I shrugged and tossed my phone aside, gotta admit I was irritated that I wasn't invited, could they have at least pretended to want me there? After an hour or so my dog had the urge to pee, I walked down stairs and opened the garage door to let him do what he had to do. As I waited I heard laughter again, I thought they where back from their trip, when I opened the back door and poked my head out, there wasn't anyone there. Could have sworn they where there! the laughter was so clear.
Going back in I was sure to lock the doors and bring my dog back up with me. I sat down trying to figure out what on earth was the laughter, and where it came from. These children had such a clear laughter....I thought nothing of it after a while and got to doing the dishes before my mother came home. As soon as I touched the water I heard an older women gasp for air as if she was rising from the water, I quickly turned the water off to listen, Nothing. When I turned it on again and touched the water she gasped. Afraid, I quickly finished and turned on all the lights. I had the dream catcher my grandfather made me before he passed away in hand, in my culture dream catchers are meant to catch evil spirits that mean you harm of fear. As I sat there waiting for the family to return I found myself oddly feeling sleepy. I woke up the next morning in my day cloths with the dream catcher in hand and my dog at my side.
I thought nothing of it, it never came back, the gasping and the laughter. It soon slipped my mind after a day. It was brought up when my older brother had claimed to hear children laughing often on site when he is alone at the house. The owner of the site (the property owner) had told us that there use to be a farm on that land, there was a husband, wife, and two small kids, one was a boy and the other was a girl. The Father had killed his family, drowned his wife and as his kids played inside he locked them in burning the house to the ground. He later hung himself on a near by tree. I'v always wanted to know why they stood behind, the women may still be fighting her husbands grip in an attempt to save her children. The Children where young, they have no clue they are dead.
My grandmother and mother have had much more encounters then I have. Have you encountered anything worth sharing?
-Hunter
Gay Marriage
So for many this topic is very touchy am I right?
Well recently I came across some interesting things about Gay marriage..
America, the world, are you fucking stupid?
I don't know if you ever noticed but like...90% of married couples get married "for the kids" or because the bitch is money hungry and wants all his money...and even at that, five to ten years down the road they get a DIVORCE. Now, I can understand a women leaving her drunken mistake for a husband or a man leaving his crack head shopping wife.
Now, Gay couples go threw fucking ridicule, hate, and the fucking media just to get married, this stuff means something to them. So whats the big fucking deal people?!
Are we so lowly uneducated that we hate these poor beings for being in love? Don't you remember when interracial marriage was frowned upon and you'r drunken red neck father would beat you for talking to that nice black gentlemen...
And for all the crazy religious people, if i last re-call..
Luke 3:37 "Do not judge, and you will not be judge"
III guess that last passage has little meaning to some people....
God Gave us "free will" So whats the fucking problem?! its not yours, mine, or anyone's place to tell these people they can't be in love. AT LEAST they are getting married for the name of Love. Them getting married dosn't affect anyone, it won't burn babies, it won't destroy you'r family..so for fucks sake leave them alone
Now...I can understand a little irritation if this stuff is taught in school for kids under the age of 10...High school is a whole different story as well as college, by that time most of everyone has figured themselves out. At least the smarter ones...
I for one don't have no problem with people who fallow God and his word, I get along with them rather fine, as well as atheist people. I AM HUNTER, all loving.
Well that's my rant for the morning. Wanna know how not to be a hateful bastard? Smoke and watch my little pony.
-Hunter
Well recently I came across some interesting things about Gay marriage..
America, the world, are you fucking stupid?
I don't know if you ever noticed but like...90% of married couples get married "for the kids" or because the bitch is money hungry and wants all his money...and even at that, five to ten years down the road they get a DIVORCE. Now, I can understand a women leaving her drunken mistake for a husband or a man leaving his crack head shopping wife.
Now, Gay couples go threw fucking ridicule, hate, and the fucking media just to get married, this stuff means something to them. So whats the big fucking deal people?!
Are we so lowly uneducated that we hate these poor beings for being in love? Don't you remember when interracial marriage was frowned upon and you'r drunken red neck father would beat you for talking to that nice black gentlemen...
And for all the crazy religious people, if i last re-call..
Luke 3:37 "Do not judge, and you will not be judge"
III guess that last passage has little meaning to some people....
God Gave us "free will" So whats the fucking problem?! its not yours, mine, or anyone's place to tell these people they can't be in love. AT LEAST they are getting married for the name of Love. Them getting married dosn't affect anyone, it won't burn babies, it won't destroy you'r family..so for fucks sake leave them alone
Now...I can understand a little irritation if this stuff is taught in school for kids under the age of 10...High school is a whole different story as well as college, by that time most of everyone has figured themselves out. At least the smarter ones...
I for one don't have no problem with people who fallow God and his word, I get along with them rather fine, as well as atheist people. I AM HUNTER, all loving.
Well that's my rant for the morning. Wanna know how not to be a hateful bastard? Smoke and watch my little pony.
-Hunter
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Didn't think i'd come back
I didn't think i'd be back here, writing again, but yet I find myself here sitting...writing.
I'm sorry I left with such short words, I escaped what made me feel...like the way I did.
I regret destroying everything i wrote, then again I am rather glad.
I can say that i've made a full recovery, I still see Sam around...Though the poor being hates me, due to hateful influences, I can honestly say I have no remote feeling for Sam anymore, They drove me to feel this way, but its made me happy, I broke from my chains, and are able to fly to much distant.
In later news, I'm done with high school. Gotta say, feels much more better then I thought it would. I can escape the countless idiots that roam the school yard snickering and gossiping about past news...
I had joined a class a while ago that was a Physical education requirement. Only thing is that the class had about 99% females...
And each one with a level of fucking idiotic minds. One I am able to handle, her name is...well we shall call her Lynn. Lynn is a chronic smoker, and dosn't take shit from people. Some say shes "Bitchy" Others describe her as a lie. I see pass that though...Because of her cover I didn't judge her, I looked beyond that.
Turns out she is just another Smoking pot head that keeps to herself..
Another girl I encountered was rather quiet, there where two of them actually.
Both where you'r socially awkward children, All for friendship but are looked down upon because of the cloths or sense of style they may have...It irritates me. These two innocent souls only seek friendship with one another, peace and nothing more, but yet they are bashed on and called names. Its true, the beautiful get treated much better then those who have no pretty face. Society has such a high demand for beauty, it drives this generation of females rather insane. But you can't help the world with its flaws, its what balances us out. The norm from the weird and excotic.
Aside from the ignorant people of the world I found someone rather...Charming.
There names are...Riley. Riley has got my attention...
((in case you havn't notice i still have the genders and names of some people hidden...Not sure if any of you recall me letting out my name and gender last, but if you do i'd love for you to stay low about it, for those who are new to my blog..I'd like to continue writing this way))
I'm sorry I left with such short words, I escaped what made me feel...like the way I did.
I regret destroying everything i wrote, then again I am rather glad.
I can say that i've made a full recovery, I still see Sam around...Though the poor being hates me, due to hateful influences, I can honestly say I have no remote feeling for Sam anymore, They drove me to feel this way, but its made me happy, I broke from my chains, and are able to fly to much distant.
In later news, I'm done with high school. Gotta say, feels much more better then I thought it would. I can escape the countless idiots that roam the school yard snickering and gossiping about past news...
I had joined a class a while ago that was a Physical education requirement. Only thing is that the class had about 99% females...
And each one with a level of fucking idiotic minds. One I am able to handle, her name is...well we shall call her Lynn. Lynn is a chronic smoker, and dosn't take shit from people. Some say shes "Bitchy" Others describe her as a lie. I see pass that though...Because of her cover I didn't judge her, I looked beyond that.
Turns out she is just another Smoking pot head that keeps to herself..
Another girl I encountered was rather quiet, there where two of them actually.
Both where you'r socially awkward children, All for friendship but are looked down upon because of the cloths or sense of style they may have...It irritates me. These two innocent souls only seek friendship with one another, peace and nothing more, but yet they are bashed on and called names. Its true, the beautiful get treated much better then those who have no pretty face. Society has such a high demand for beauty, it drives this generation of females rather insane. But you can't help the world with its flaws, its what balances us out. The norm from the weird and excotic.
Aside from the ignorant people of the world I found someone rather...Charming.
There names are...Riley. Riley has got my attention...
((in case you havn't notice i still have the genders and names of some people hidden...Not sure if any of you recall me letting out my name and gender last, but if you do i'd love for you to stay low about it, for those who are new to my blog..I'd like to continue writing this way))
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