
:: how nintendo are you? ::
You're a stoner!!
You love to load a bowl of that wacky tobaccy and
just kick it. You're an advocate for all
things natural and love to show your pro-hemp
pride! Legalize it!!
**What's Your Drug Stereotype?**
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I am Spike.It's all about my friends. I'd jump through hoops and climb mountains to help out a friend in need. If that friend happens to be of the opposite sex, all the better. People or things that try to prevent me from my goals are in for a rude awakening too, because I'm a lot tougher than I look. I know this because Molly told me so. What Video Game Character Are You? |















sometimes I dont know what to do with myself. I feel torn in several different directions. Option A, Option B, ect...where do I go? How do I handle this. Choices are hard.
I wonder what would happen if I just said screw it & took no one's advice on how to handle these issues I'm having. Would I be happy with my sense of false hope & contentment? Would I be better off denying the fact that I enjoy what has happened? Or should I come to terms with it & let this ball of rage over being a tool grow into something horrible? Can I forgive? Have I? Why do I still think about him all the time? Why do I want him to think of me. This is so retarded.
I know it shouldn't be a problem. I've been able to be callous & cold in the past, so why is it such an issue now?
I dont want to be a bitch about this, but I cant help but do anything else. How can being used be forgotton & forgiven? I'm not exactly sure.
Sure, I can PRETEND like it doesn't feel like everything is crashing down & I feel so hollow. Anyone can plaster a fake smile & go on with thier day. Crying in private about something so foolish & pointless is do-able, but I dont WANT to cry over this. It's understandable because I was lied to & hurt badly, but still, there are other things I could be more upset over. So why this?
For some reason it's impossible for me to fathom. My logics system has no place here, because it is an illogical situation. *sigh* Sometimes I wish I could be ignorant & people would LET me be ignorant. I could have been perfectly happy in a fool's daze. But the illusion has been shattered & I understand that what was done is wrong & my reaction to people who have done something like this to me is complete & utter loathing.
Still I try to be nice, I try to smile, I try not to care. Inside I feel dirty, rotting...worthless.
It's a burden to feel this way. I've walked this path so many times & they wonder why I'm so cruel & closed off.
This is all fun & games to everyone else, but I feel like my soul is slipping away because I've put it through so much pointless pain & torture when all I'm really trying to do, is find someone to be happy with. Why is that a problem? Another thing I cannot understand. Why is it so difficult to find happiness? Shouldn't it be a right to be happy? Why cant everyone be happy & chill & not spread thier vehemance like some kind of sick mental plague?
Humanity has gone awry. People have lost thier way, forgotten how to enjoy being, and they force everyone else to forget as well.
The trees outside, are so, brilliant. They make me want to go lay outside in the sun & just forget everything for awhile. Sadly my mind never shuts up & I think & think & think things to death. I dwell, I ponder, I look for solutions, but possibilities only lead to more questions. Such a horrid circle this is. I feel like screaming, crying, hitting something, falling apart, dissapearing into the wild. Just leaving, not telling anyone where I am, or if I am coming back. I just want to leave all this mess behind. I wish with all my heart that I could.
There has to be something better than this...there just has to be. So where is it? Who knows? No one. No one is happy anywhere. We all have our problems, our lamentations, there is no escape from being this way really. Pain is unavoidable. There is no right way to go about living, as life itself is constantly evolving into something else, something new, and then reverting.
I wish I was a simple animal. Concerned only with living. Not with others, not with...anything but being alive. That would be coolness.
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