souless

have you ever felt that your life is meaningless. I mean I sit here doing nothing but taking up space, sure I go to school, I hang our with friends etc... but it feels fake. Sometimes I feel so useless, like Im a mindless drone and there's nothing I could do about it. people would say well get off ur ass and do something, but thats just it...no matter what I do I feel empty, I can voulnteer, fudraise play sport anything and I still feel empty... it would feel like Im doing something just for the sake off doing something, there's no heart, no soul...thats it im souless

valentines day

its valentines day! yae! what does that mean to me? not a damn thing, to me its just another commercial hallmark holiday; meaning exploited by greeting cards to make great profit from pathetic people who convinced themselves they are in love...love what a gip, i believe the greatest loves are those found in books. though they sound like a beautiful thing I don’t think it really exist, and if it does i believe people have grown to make it something horrible, something they think they cant live without, but are miserable in. people constantly search for it, and when they find it they hardy recognise it, and expect to much from it, well at least its sweet in literary text...i guess at this point that’s all we can hope for.

things Ive learnt

There are so many things I’ve learnt in a short period of time. like for example I’ve learnt that I hate my name, its been worn out by the number of times its been called. now i dread the next time someone calls me, for i know it is with great expectation of a new task. I’ve also learnt that nothing is free, everything comes at a price, the price of money; hard work, the price of love; a broken heart, and the price of life is the heaviest, for we pay for it with our very existence. I’ve also learnt everything has a limit, like the very oxygen we breath, with each breath we are one step closer to our last. These are only a few of the millions of things I have learnt, yet I am no closer to being any wiser.

things ive learnt

There are many things I’ve learnt in my short period of time. like for example I’ve learnt that I hate my name, its been worn out by the number of times its been called. now i dread the next time someone calls me, for i know it is with great expectation of a new task. I’ve also learnt that nothing is free, everything comes at a price, the price of money; hard work, the price of love; a broken heart, and the price of life is the heaviest, for we pay for it with our very existence. I’ve also learnt everything has a limit, like the very oxygen we breath, with each breath we are one step closer to our last. these are only the few things of the millions of things ive learnt, and yet I am no closer to being any wiser.

reflections

have you ever felt that you’ve turned into someone that even you dot recognise. that when you look in the mirror you see someone completely different then the person really there, someone that is not who others see? so who is the real me? the person I see looking back at me in the mirror, or the person who others see, or what if it is someone else completely, someone that no one recognises? and if such a person existed, how would i recognise myself when I finally break free?

war...the value of life

I don’t think i can ever fight a war. war...war a horrible thing…completely useless, no one won the last war, and no ones gunna win the next one, its pointless, nobody wins in war, everybody just loses. so then why do people do it. does the ends justify the means? I think not, I think all life is equally valuable, to kill one to save millions to me doesn’t make sense, there are no guarantee that that one would live to be a million or that million only live but one day. even if that life does nothing but just live without harming others, maybe its not a great epic love story, or the next world leader, what makes one life more or less valuable than the other

hope

we know that real life isn’t a fairy tale, and there’s are no princes or fairy godmothers, we know that there’s no magical world that will take us to a kingdom far away, a place where there are no worries, no sorrow, no grief, no pain. and thou we know that such a place doesn’t exist, we never stop hoping, or at least wishing that there is something out there. is this so wrong, to wish for something more, something better?