Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Sorrow

you never know sorrow, until it passes you by, just as you never know the grief, the pain, the suffering... you may read about it, watch it on TV, or hear about it, but you never truly know... not till you feel your heart explode into a thousand pieces, and each piece seems to inflict its own kind of pain, not until you cry so much your eyes are left with no more tears, not until you feel the blood boil in every inch of your body until it feels numb... no you don’t truly feel sorrow until you hate your very existence for causing this.

Time

Time is a fickle thing, it beats its own rhythm, yet it feels like it speeds up in the best moments, and slows down when u wish it to speed up. all that is certain is that it passes, and it passes the same. it passes even when it feels like there is no reason for it to do so, and it passes even when we wish it didn’t. time what a fickle thing you are.

doomed?

have you ever heard the saying that there is a purpose to life... a reason to exist, so basically I’m alive because someone out there needs me... I realise that thou i may not know this person, or what they need, or the impact this person would have on life, this does not matter to me, all i know is, i hate this person with every fibre of my being... whoever this person(s) is i hate them! because of them i am forced to live a life of eternal damnation

Sunday, February 1, 2009

1st blog

ok first blog, so bare with me while i figure out what to do, i think i will use this page to write crtisim and rant about books, movies, songs and anything else that pops in my mind. ooo also to write awsome quotes i come across.

it is now feb 17th 2009 and i have been writing thoughts that randonly poped into my mind, unfortunatly i did not have access to the interent for a short time period so i have saved it up. read, review, write opnions but dont crticize...its my mind and my thoughts...Im free to think these thinks whether u think it is right or not. after this i will post directly online instead of saving them. I call these collections the rantings of a crazed lunatic.