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I finaly found out what my life is about. it's about nothing. It seems that in life the only rezal friends you have are the ones that turn their backs on you. the only reral loved ones you have are the ones that answer "no". You see? we ll live to die, so why not make the best of it. we will most likely only really live to about 60. after that if you aren't one of those lucky few, you will start to deteriorate at an enormously slow pace. getting fat and sick to the point that everyone even your family is all you have left, even out of pitty. pitty can be a good thing now cant it. after that you will eventually fade off and die. at the funeral everyone is crying and sulking and nobody thinks of anyone else but you. After that everyone will be depressed for about two months and will mope around vexed at the heart of any living thing closessed to their right. after that you will be forgotten. your family will live their life as if you were never dead. there will be times when they remember you are no longer living. Think you a pet you might have had. this same thing accurs. you burry your animal, sulk for a week, then live life once again. you let your so called "friends" cheer you up, then let them knock you upside the head and into the dirt. Their will however be those lucky people that have very good, loving friends that seem to be all you have, and you are all they have. When you die, they have loved you so much that they are depressed for the rest of their lives. these people will be lucky enough to have had a girlfriend, or maybe even a wife, or if possible, kids as well. they will also be in grief and the kids would have to live the rest of their life without a father. even if the wife re-marries, it would never be the same for them. They would realize that their new found "father" will die as well. along with their mother. If it was a homicide, they will die together. That would scar the children for life and they would be put in mental therapy, and a foster home, then they would be picked up by foster parents that pittied them, or atleast the wife did and the father didnt, then it would all start all over again. People do you see were im coming from?! we are all going to die one way or the other. Unless your god! then you should live life and stop hating and start loving. yes I know this message will have no effect what-so-ever on anybody, especially the person i want this message to go out to. yes morgaine that would be you. You live once, you die once. Tomarrow will so be today, and yesterday was once tomarrow. it will never end, do you see that cause i hope you do. yeah i know her responce will be "******** you! get away from me, dont talk to me! and i hate you!! Your such and a** hole!" know what i think. i could care less about names. thats all they are. im going to die eventually, and if i do it at the right time, and the right way, it will scar her the most. it'll scar me more than ive been scared ever before, and trust me, i've blead eternally. So all I have to say to you morgaine and anyone else that thinks im an a** hole..."I'm sorry for everything i did. even though mentally it was nothing. nothing pleases you. maybe my cuts will because obviously scars on me seem to make you happy. not when i die though, i garanty you will...WILL! be satisfied. you'll be sorry. i'll write to you before i go though, so even if we lose touch, witch i know will happen, you'll know i'm dead."
Jay Blood · Thu Nov 23, 2006 @ 06:39pm · 0 Comments |
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