Saturday, October 15, 2005

   Yuki Hates Me!
And you know what? I don't care anymore. Want to know why? I had enough of her. I've always helped her, in need. I been a bitch to her once, and she turns emo on me. So you know what? Yuki should fuck off. Really. ME > Yuki.

She gets pissed at me, and thinking it would HELP her, she ignores me. Ignoring doesn't help ANYONE. It makes things worse. We were really close, and then she turned emo on me. And then she made me PITY her. No one has a perfect life Yuki, no one. So shut up. I can't take your emo bitching anymore. I'm settling the score now. I'm fighting fire with fire. Yuki this is just for you, hun! <3 :

SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT.

So please, be safe, no drunk driving, Drugs, not hugs. <33 Oh and Yuki,
FUCK OFF.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

This feeling?
How does it feel to be torn apart; from the ones you love? For some one you care for dearly to die? What is this feeling?

Due to the part of all of my relatives in Greece, I never felt this feeling. I don't know half of my family. My family is like a mystery for me to uncover. My friend's uncle reecently passed away. But, I can't picture how they felt; would it feel like the end of the world? ALl I know is my aunts, uncles, and grandma, grandpa. I don't know my family, what they're like. We probably won't visit Greece, until another two years. I haven't seen Greece once; not a simple step. I don't know how my homeland; pride, feels like. Its as if, my heritage is in a capped bottle, being flowned within the sea. I think to myself; How would I feel if some one close to me died? I wouldn't know. I couldn't describe. of course, tears will be there. But the reason people die is for God to take them up into his arms; to free them from pain, or to save them from their biggest fears. But, what is fear? What is Love? What is hate? What are these elements that we hold within? We don't know. No one knows. Not even the smartest of them all. I think to myself, "How do all of these REALLY feel like?" Sure, you think you inspirienced them, but did you ever have a moment to breath it in; to recap; to think? What is this world? Why are we here?


-Thinking.
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Friday, September 23, 2005

My friends
My friends, I can't trust them no more. I even wrote a short, quick poem about it. I'm really upset. They're all a bunch of liars, not only that, they could care less about my problems. But I help them out all the time.
My poem:


My friends;
No trust;
No secrets,
Lie within,
Hold the truth,
Sweaty palms,
Enter the doorway,
See the secrets,
The truth,
The things you wished to see earlier,
All in front of your eyes,
Wondering,
Are they my true friends,
Guess not.


Thats the real truth I see through my friends. Thats what I see right now.

Bullshit.
All BULLSHIT.
I would tell you what would happen, but it'd take too long.

All you need to know, is that they lie to me, and they say they want to help out, but they make it worse.

I help them out with THEIR problems, but for me, "All Athena does is bitch and complain,"

Ok, you know what? Shut up. I probably have a disorder, but yea. We don't know, and If I tell anyone, they'd think I'm crazy.
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