Birthday • 1989-12-18 Gender •
Female Location • West Virginia Member Since • 2005-02-05 Occupation • Student Real Name • You Don't Need To Know
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Achievements • Who Gives A Shit? Anime Fan Since • 1993 Favorite Anime • Yu Yu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh, Beyblade, Gundam Seed, Gundam Wing/AC, Wolf's Rain, X/1999, Vampire Hunter D, Trigun, Saiyuki, Rurouni Kenshin, Inuyasha, Full Metal Alchemist, D N Angel, and Chobits. Goals • Nothing really Hobbies • Writing poems/stoires, playing the keyboard, singing. Talents • Look above!
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Friday, April 18, 2008
I don't know anymore
Hey everyone. It’s been sometime since I’ve last logged on or even left a comment for anyone. Humph, can’t decide if that’s due to school weighing me down or that I seem to be losing my grip and just don’t care anymore. Tricky question, ne?
Since I really have nothing to say, I guess I can post some quizzes or something. Sorry if coming here is a hassle or boring…. Don’t mean for it to be. I just don’t have an interesting life, just the same boring routine every day. Yeah, I think I need to get out more, but sadly, I really can’t stomach the thought of hanging out with my “friends” at the moment…. Don’t get me wrong; I love them to death (in a way) but their all about their problems. I mean, I don’t mind helping them, but I have problems too…. They don’t even listen when I try to tell them about them either. Ah, well. Beggars can’t be choosers I guess.
Eh, I don’t know what to do…. (sigh) Here’s a poem that I really liked. It’s called Distant Cries by YOtta. You can find more of her work at: http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=204414.
The world, we are groaning
We stammer our prayers
We reach in the darkness
We crawl in despair
We're searching for Saviors
We're searching for depth
We want to know love
Though it scares us to death
It's the promises of hope that's most terrifying
It's the questions unanswered that causes unrest
A world of defiance kneels down denying
As souls uncertain are slowly dying protest
Why the strongest men yield when their lives are so broken
Tormented as days to years pass with futures vanquished unspoken
The truth behind a childs' scream, stream.
The agony behind a mothers shattered sons' dream
The wife who's drowning and waving her defeated arms
It's him who is haunted by the victims' blood
Surrounded by open wounds and mud
Of every man who fought and stood against his worst
Insanity prolonging what little faith unscathed is cursed
The soldiers that fight without a cause
It's the blood they have spilled that cause us to pause
I hold on tight to memories
And dream another reverie
I pray to One who knows the names
Of every demon we both claim
(shrugs) Anyway, I guess I’ll leave now. Sorry for taking up so much time. Enjoy yourselves.
Thought of the Day:
Don’t lean on your friends when you won’t allow them to lean on you later. Pillars are strong and sturdy but even they can come crumbling down.
Word of the Day:solipsism [SOL-ip-siz'-ahm, SOE-lip-siz'-ahm] (noun)
1. the philosophical theory that the self is all that you know to exist: "The originality of Nina's work stems from her creative solipsism." Origin- Approximately 1880; from Latin, 'solus': alone + 'ipse': self + '-ism.'
Quote of the Day: “Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.” -Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001), "Last Chance to See".
I don't know anymore
