Ok AMERICANS now is the time, go register to VOTE, if not for yourself at least for the MEN and WOMEN that have fought for the UNITED STATES, the country that you live in and don't seem to give a shit about if you can't spare 5 mins to register on-line are at the postoffice. The only AMERICAN duty being asked of you is to VOTE. VOTING is a privilege given to the AMERICANS (us) but we should also make it a Moral Obligation. (beside remember if you don't VOTE then you can't complain)
Damn !!! In front of the firing squad and NO cigarette
Current mood: vexed
But for once i was crushed that there were none, no calls, i waited all day for that call and nothing; I wanted to claim stress-induced psychosis, but I knew it wouldn't fly. That unfortunate woman on the other end of the phone was the real me - the worst me, to be sure, but the real one nonetheless. I keep hoping and thinking that the other me, the better self (me), will wrestle the crummy one to the ground, hogtie her and quite literally beat the hell out of her. But my better self (me), unfortunately is a wimp and a sluggard. She's far to lazy to be bothered and probably afraid of me, I mean with as familiar as she is with my poor attitude and foul disposition, who could blame her.....
***update: I found out why he didn't call, and it wasn't because of me or my poor attitude. ***
Ok, many people that know me know that i do things with my whole heart, i let my feelings get into the way of everything for some reason i just can't let things be what they really are, but this time im going to change that and just let things ride if it works out for me that's going to be great if not that will have to work too, but im going to push my feelings aside and do whatever. Im going to do whatever it takes to make me happy and not the people around me, because ya see ive been doing that looking out for everyone but myself and everyone is happy BUT ME. Thanks for listening to me bitch for a few today and know that i love all ya'll.
How do you stop doing something that you've done forever, how do you walk away and never look back, How do you became your ownself when you've always been apart of someone else? How do you stop the tears that keep falling, How do you smile again, when its the last thing on your mind? How do you help others when you can't help yourself?
HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF WHEN YOU MADE A MISTAKE THAT YOU CANNOT CHANGE ARE TAKE BACK?
Closing the book
Current mood: drained
Category: Life
¤There it was, way in the back of the drawer between two sheets of paper. Thank God I thought, I thought I had misplaced it. But there in my hand was the razor with the dried blood on it, this was my special razor the one I started using over him, when I was just cutting myself to feel the pain. But it made the pain of him go away, and thats all I wanted. This time it wasn't going to be my legs or arms that I cut but my wrist. I go to the bathroom, and wash the blade of old blood, then run it across my knee to make sure its still sharp, I feel the sting, then see the line of blood, and know that it still works. I smile to myself like its a inside joke. Lots of times I have thought about this, but I start crying and don't go through with it, but this time there are no tears. There is no feeling about others or me. Its just about me and my razor. As I look in the mirror at myself, I realize that many people will not understand, but they also don't feel this pain or these's feelings. They don't hear the voices in my head, are feel the pain in my heart. My eye's look very green today, and I like that, But by the time anyone finds this letter .. note it will no longer matter what color my eye's are. By the time anyone finds this, time will have moved on without me, but he's already moved on without me and I can't stand it. So this is what love does to a person, it makes them lose all hope, feeling and caring about themselves. I must say that he taught me more then I ever learned in school, Whatever that means¤
Currently
listening
:
Extreme Behavior
By
Hinder
Release date: 27 September, 2005