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Why am i sad?Why am I sad?Why am i sad?
The question is not as simply answered as some may want. I suffer from problems on top of problems, which only make smaller problems seem worse. We will go down the list of things I don’t like and why. First off, I am short, shame on anyone that says otherwise. I don’t know any normal male person that is shorter than I am. By normal I am not including anyone that is obviously shorter than me. I would like to say that I am not racist but I think we all know that I am. In my mind I am constantly asking myself questions such as what ever happened to Asians being short, and black people bein
by ~JudoRockefeller
Around: a deep peer at meAroundAround: a deep peer at me
I think of myself as a model child. I‘m not overly outgoing, I do what NEEDS to be done, and my grades are quite above ok. However, it seems in my life this is never enough. Nothing…is ever enough. I am even relatively nice to my annoying brats of sisters.
Here’s the deal, I am expected to follow a strict set of stupid, not to mention useless, rules. These rules include but are not limited to the following: Do not eat upstairs, do not wear shoes upstairs, do not drink upstairs, do not bring alcohol into the house, clean your room to your mothers standards. Firstly…who the fuck is living in
by ~JudoRockefeller
Some insight into my life...An Unsolved Mystery is a Thorn in the HeartSome insight into my life...
What a load, some things are better just not being known. Why didn’t they pick up the phone? Where have they been? What did you do last week? The asking of question could have horrendous results, such proving that you do not have a life, or people do not like your company. However, that does bring up quite a painstaking question. Why? Why don’t people like enjoy your company? Is it you or them? Can you help the situation? Such questions could be considered mysteries of life, because if you were to ask the person why, they would probably not have a good answer for y
by ~JudoRockefeller
We were told to writeSchöne Zeit in DeutschlandWe were told to write
I’m awoken to bright sunny skies at 7 am by raging techno music. Oh my goodness, turn it off. In the bathroom after washing and brushing I stare at myself. The vibrant light of the sun bounces of the white tile walls. I return to the bedroom to get dressed. Karina hands me my lunch, love her. Tschüß parents. Rothenburgerstraße. We get on the subway, a raging underground speedway. Lorenzkirche. Plärrer. We change trains, moving thought the hustle and bustle, an underground city voller Menschen. Oh HI Valentin! Nächste Halt, Bärenschanzestraße. Upon
by ~JudoRockefeller
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withoutI look through blurred vision With hopes that pain will go unnoticed Forcing headphones into my ears To drown out my screams would resonate in my mindwithout
Escape is what I'm drawn to Yet an unstable mind keeps me here Melancholy voices sink into my bloodstream Whispering; "Wait, just a bit longer"
"Seeing means more than safety.." I said "It is proof" The voice answered The agonizing stress of the voice Rooted itself into my heart
a color shifting nothingness surrounds me this mottled scenery proves everything.
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