Thursday, August 31, 2006
A Clouded Mind...
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
2-3 day of camp
This camp is really starting to get to me, I'm not geting that time to really ponder and when I do it is not the same I need to be in my cul-du-sac, I need time in my fortress of solitude, I cannot seem to get that time to de-sensetize. The lack of sleep is really getting to me God! why must people snore so loud! My lung is starting to act up on me yet again and not only that it seems to be getting worse than ever before. One minute I am walking and contemplating on how I should best tackle various problems that are killing me (quite literally), N the next thing I know I am on the floor withering in pain, pain beyond anything I could describe.......
~Hoe get down get low
I'm crossing these mommas like tick tac toe
Let's ride let's go
Get loose get drunk get low
Thas right lets roll~
~Hoe get down get low
I'm crossing these mommas like tick tac toe
Let's ride let's go
Get loose get drunk get low
Thas right lets roll~
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Day 1 of Camp
Nobody had any idea where the location of the camp might be so that was, how shall I put this? Time consuming....A waste of time.
Typical brown people they can never be on time, but must always be atleast half n hour late or more...can somebody tell me why I hang around brown people when I despise them so much? Especially brown Muslims!
Outhouses meh I can live with that, no shower well there was a river near by so I'm all good. But argh why must people complain so much this is camping after all...well kinda, in a sissy sort of way. Im used to spelling in a tent, having to sometimes hunt/fish for food, cooking fires, the rugged outdoor life...I honestly doubt few if not any could survive that kind of camping especially when they complain so much about this.
Had it not been for the huge immaturity factor I could actually chill with them more often, but everytime I just feel like secluding myself, as if I do not belong here...I constantly ask myself what am I doing here? I do not belong here. I should be by myself somewhere alone. Do not get me wrong I love them, but I do not trust them for that I have lost in them, Trust is like Respect it is something you have to earn, did my seclusion bring any benefit? I am so lost...lol honestly I do not expect to let 30 let alone 26...I am surprised that I have lived to see my 20th birthday. Makes me wonder why I am still here when my friend (broz, n sistaz) who are much better than me who had a whole life ahead of them....had their life snuffed out like that of a candle.
My heart is weeping. It cries for a want, sopmething it can never have, something I have decided not to pursue, for I am not worthy of such a beauty. A part of me longs for it but those feeling I grind down with my foot, kind of like a taboo....misery beyond comprehension....
~Every breath u take
Every move you make
Every bond youbreak break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you~
~Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you~
Typical brown people they can never be on time, but must always be atleast half n hour late or more...can somebody tell me why I hang around brown people when I despise them so much? Especially brown Muslims!
Outhouses meh I can live with that, no shower well there was a river near by so I'm all good. But argh why must people complain so much this is camping after all...well kinda, in a sissy sort of way. Im used to spelling in a tent, having to sometimes hunt/fish for food, cooking fires, the rugged outdoor life...I honestly doubt few if not any could survive that kind of camping especially when they complain so much about this.
Had it not been for the huge immaturity factor I could actually chill with them more often, but everytime I just feel like secluding myself, as if I do not belong here...I constantly ask myself what am I doing here? I do not belong here. I should be by myself somewhere alone. Do not get me wrong I love them, but I do not trust them for that I have lost in them, Trust is like Respect it is something you have to earn, did my seclusion bring any benefit? I am so lost...lol honestly I do not expect to let 30 let alone 26...I am surprised that I have lived to see my 20th birthday. Makes me wonder why I am still here when my friend (broz, n sistaz) who are much better than me who had a whole life ahead of them....had their life snuffed out like that of a candle.
My heart is weeping. It cries for a want, sopmething it can never have, something I have decided not to pursue, for I am not worthy of such a beauty. A part of me longs for it but those feeling I grind down with my foot, kind of like a taboo....misery beyond comprehension....
~Every breath u take
Every move you make
Every bond youbreak break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you~
~Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you~
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
When the shadows come to dance
A glass jar...I always thought that im not made of glass and that I will not break....I can feel the 2 separate, the two distinct personalities of mine constantly clashing within in me...it is not good n bad...no its not like it's black and white....it seems to me that it is all grey....every time I make a decision it is just like rolling up a snow ball and tossing it into hell, what chance does it have? We all have a dark side in all of us, and I can feel mine creeping around the corners...
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Drunk off of Despair
An Uncertain Future lies ahead of me. What was once clear is now hazy, I am lost in this deep and dark ocean and I cannot flippin swim!
Alone. Gone. Lost. Annoyed. Confused. Hurt. Hazy. Pain. Wounded. Death. Chaos. Uncertain. Im going, going, gone.....
Alone. Gone. Lost. Annoyed. Confused. Hurt. Hazy. Pain. Wounded. Death. Chaos. Uncertain. Im going, going, gone.....
Monday, August 07, 2006
Lonley
Im all alone...I have pushed away everyone.....locked myself up in the fortress of independence and self-sufficiency again...Who's at the gates?
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