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Sep. 29th, 2008

05:46 am - What to do...

What to do on days like these. How inviting death appears to be this morning. But I know that if I'm dead I'll never even get a chance to meet my 'alive heroes' and when I'm dead I'll meet my 'dead heroes' anyway.

The current situation as it stands is a messy one. Why is it so appealing to stare into an empty bottle only to pick up another. It seems that those who are in a bad state always come out the other much better off than they were originally. More poetic. More real. Funnier. Understandable. Popular. To name a few would only give them credit for things other people cope with every day.

Is it brave to carry on your life and move on? As it stands we applaud those who've overcome drug and alcohol problems, they have a higher standard of respect than others who are strong enough not to turn to drugs and alcohol.

So who's stronger? The man that is strong enough to overcome his problems and move on or the man that tumbles in an underworld of pleasures and can pull themselves out of it only when the pleasure has turned to pain.

Current Mood: confusedconfused

Sep. 27th, 2008

02:57 pm - Complicaaaated

Why can't stuff just be simple. It's a simple world but the people in it just have to make things overly complicated and confusing, then you just have no idea where you stand.

Rant over.

Current Mood: draineddrained

Sep. 25th, 2008

10:09 pm - A New Beginning...

I have decided that since I have no idea how livejournal work, I'm going to use it more often, so hopefully, I will find out.

Question: Why are so many profiles friends only? I mean, I wasn't like stalking people, I'm just curious about what sort of stuff I should be posting. Should this be like a blog? So anyways, why are there so many friends only profiles? It's like the livejournal trend! I bet on myspace your profile isn't friends only.

Ok, so rant finished.

If Im doing it wrong, someone please tell me lol

Current Mood: distresseddistressed

Mar. 8th, 2008

02:25 pm - Choose life.

Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers...Choose DIY and wondering wit the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more of an embarassment to the selfish fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.

Feb. 28th, 2008

07:37 pm - so..

i dont really know what to say...