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Time to update, Again.
My nephew's been born.
I could explode.
People have Proven to me.
For the final time, That they are not worthy of any sort of trust from me.
Three, is a magic number, IS IT NOT? Three people, today, proved that my trust is too easily betrayed, so, as far as i'm concerned, They are dead to me. I will not be found talking to them unless under the point of an axe. People are disgusting, immoral pigs that prove, time and time again, I shouldn't even trust them with my friendship. They betray it, meddle in MY affairs, And show me that they don't value any sort of companionship with me. The topic of this journal is pure rage. Unrestrained, Complete rage. If it hasn't come across clear enough to you, It's about
'Stop callin', Stop callin',
I don' wanna think anymore.
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor."
Yay. School's almost out.
One week of summer, And then Back in school, For mornings. How Joyous.
I have to go to summer school.
And then, I only have like. A little while to myself.
But I don't wanna be by myself at the end of this year.
It's going to be a miserably wonderful last week.
Mehhhhhhhhhhh.
Sometimes when I'm above this world,
I see things.
Beautiful things involving the wee specks that live here.
Things like love, And compassion,
But,
We go about our daily lives,
oblivious of the world that was spirited away from us,
stolen by those who keep the keys to the kingdom.
These guards drug us,
Keep us as ignorant, blissful children,
Unaware of the clouds that are forming, Collecting,
Rolling on the peripheries of our lives.
You wonder, "Where did the simplicity go?"
Lost in this stone and glass monotony,
Where you lose yourself, and become the selves.
You can't find yourself,
Because there is no place on this world w
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