When ever I look in the mirror, I can't help but to ask; "Who am I?" "Why am I here?" Do we all have a purpose in life, or is that something someone made up to explain our existence.
What is that love thing? Is it something we our minds create. People say "You can't help who fall in love with" but what if you can, what if you do in fact pick Or is the soul mate thing real, are we predestined to met someone who completes us? But what if you don't met that other person? Does that mean you never get completed? If that's true than I'm screwed, I have this friend who told me that I'm never going to fall in love because I have a wall build up around me. So does that mean that I will never get the feeling of being whole? Can't I just complete myself. Shouldn't you be able to compete yourself and finding love just be a chary on top?
Is there a God? I know I lost all my faith in him. But if there is a God. Why did he put us all here? Are we just some experiment? Does he in fact love us like the church says? If so than why does he let us lead such fucked up lives? Where is he? And why won't he help?
Why am I here? What is my purpose? To be frank I really don't have much to offer the world. What is my purpose? How do I know what it is? And how do I know if I'm fulfilling it? Or do I not even have a purpose at all?
Thursday, August 7, 2008
What is wrong with poeple
What the fuck. Testing cosmetic on animals is so fucking fucked up. I mean what kind of idiot came up with this? Don't they realize that it effect animals differently than it would effect us? Millions of animals die from this. And for what? For like sake of beauty? And they don't get a say in the matter. It's so stupid, evil, and pointless.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
POEM OF THE MONTH
Every month I will be posting a poem. I will also be posting my analysis, this is open to debate. If you think that I have missed what the poet was trying to say please tell me and tell me what you think it is about, if you would like to add on to what I said please do so, I’m sure that I will always at lest miss one thing.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This poem is about a man who is in a dark state of mind, and he is all alone, he wants to kill himself, the horses ringing its bells represents him snapping out of it and realizing he is not done here, he has a promise to keep, and has a lot more of life to live.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This poem is about a man who is in a dark state of mind, and he is all alone, he wants to kill himself, the horses ringing its bells represents him snapping out of it and realizing he is not done here, he has a promise to keep, and has a lot more of life to live.
My theory on homophoes
My theory on homophones
I think people who are homophoes, or find Gays, Lesbians or Bisexuals “gross” are that why cause the are afraid that they are in fact one of those three. I told this to a friend of mine at school one (she is a homophoe) and she got mad and left. Ha-ha stupid bitch. She wasn’t really a friend; she was just some chick that followed me.
I think people who are homophoes, or find Gays, Lesbians or Bisexuals “gross” are that why cause the are afraid that they are in fact one of those three. I told this to a friend of mine at school one (she is a homophoe) and she got mad and left. Ha-ha stupid bitch. She wasn’t really a friend; she was just some chick that followed me.
My First Blog
(Note: Not their real names)
I was never really in to the whole blogging thing...but this has a password and they don't know about it; there for I can write whatever the fuck I want with out the fear of my mother, smith (the ass hole my mother married) or Jake (my little brother) I don't give a shit if any one reads it...most people in the world are stupid so if your stupid don't read this...case you will annoy me.
So since this is my first entry I'll write a little bit about myself. My name is Ginger. I live in a small town. My family and I (when I say Family that doesn't include smith (note I will never capitalize the first letter in his name do to the fact that I have no respect for him) he came in to our lives after we bought our first house which is the one that we are living in now) My Family and I used to move around all the time, we where like gypsies, it seemed like every other month or so we where in a new apartment.
This is the first house that we have ever owned. But ironically we are losing it. So unless we sell it, and get enough money to pay the bank back, the bank will take the house from us we and we will end up on the streets...which would suck.
Once I feel like no stupid people are reading this I will write more about my life... I'll write about my sister, my father, the death of my father, issues at home and so on...until than I guess I'll just write more of my point of view on things...
I was never really in to the whole blogging thing...but this has a password and they don't know about it; there for I can write whatever the fuck I want with out the fear of my mother, smith (the ass hole my mother married) or Jake (my little brother) I don't give a shit if any one reads it...most people in the world are stupid so if your stupid don't read this...case you will annoy me.
So since this is my first entry I'll write a little bit about myself. My name is Ginger. I live in a small town. My family and I (when I say Family that doesn't include smith (note I will never capitalize the first letter in his name do to the fact that I have no respect for him) he came in to our lives after we bought our first house which is the one that we are living in now) My Family and I used to move around all the time, we where like gypsies, it seemed like every other month or so we where in a new apartment.
This is the first house that we have ever owned. But ironically we are losing it. So unless we sell it, and get enough money to pay the bank back, the bank will take the house from us we and we will end up on the streets...which would suck.
Once I feel like no stupid people are reading this I will write more about my life... I'll write about my sister, my father, the death of my father, issues at home and so on...until than I guess I'll just write more of my point of view on things...
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