So this deffanalty new for me. I can't seem to make my hands stop shaking.
Me

IntoleranceDo you ever wish you could look at the world through someone elses eyes? View things with their thoughts and their experiences. Think of how much you could learn if it was possible.... and if you only did with 5people, especially if they were of a different age, country, sex, SEXUALL PREFRENCE, religion or social status. Imagin how truly tolerant and understand of others you become.Intolerance
Sometimes when I'm sitting, listing and watching others I think it should be mandatory. I sit in my gov. class and listin to the students bash gay's, litterly reffering to a formerly graduated cross dresser as "IT"-the teacher did nothing to stop it, no he


Eye See DeathI'm an addict...I love pain...I love the near death experience that I have grown accustomed to...I love the way my blood smells as it poor out of my wounds...Who cares though if I die...Surely don't...neither does anyone...for if they did they wouldn't make my life a living Hell...they wouldn't make me pray for death...No they are the ones who make me cut, pop pills or even put a needle to my vein...They're the ones who gave me things...Even when I was younger...they made me do this to myself...I'm not to blame...they are...Eye See Death
I'm really kidding myself if I were to believe that...No I was the one who did this to myself...I was the


BoredomBoredom strikes like a creeping nightmare creature, intent on making you lament the simplest of pleasures. Its silver tongue slithers and slides, feeding apathy and making friends of self loathing. At it's peak of power it transcends barriers, becoming the fuel for for depression and senseless violence. One it has reached this state it changes again, able to hide its trail. Depression easily turns to rage. Rage at those around who don't understand, rage at those who try to help and undurected rage. The latter, worst of all by far, is a demon of untold magnitude. It'sBoredom


a dollar a daythe shape of my hand as i rest my head on it funnels the noise into my ear, increasing the volume of ambient conversation by what seems like a hundredfold. none of the conversation seems strained today. with my eyes closed i transform the blending words into a white noise. the darkess is boring and i open my eyes to glance upon faces vaguely familiar, but not belonging to people i know. trays and plates occupy large spots in the tables. they contain the remains of partially eaten lunches. the sustenance of one, the death of another. a crude reminder of our disgustinga dollar a day
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dont piss me off...
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the problem with being better than everyone else is that it misleads people to think you're pretentious
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Always do what you want, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
*I'm not mad, your perception just sucks*
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Why worry about the past when your going to have a beautiful future...
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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people
will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Check out: *vissroid
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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people
will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Check out: *vissroid
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There is a world inside of me that you may never see...
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There is a world inside of me that you may never see...
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