Ramblings.

So, there's this small time frame in life, in which you wonder why on earth everything you do has a reason. Why you should care about anything about yourself, if you aren't the only one, if you somehow COULD make a differenceif you really wanted too. And then another thought might pop up asking why your doubting yourself. For an opinion like mine, i'd like to think that you're not more over doubting yourself but believing and just questioning your next step. For you to be so lost that you have to endure that small time frame, someone must take a pity and start talking to you. And yet, you don't want to nor need to speak to them, for in your mind is the only place you need to be. You can control whatever you think, or imagine, or dream. There, you can make the happiest place and live in it, or the slowest of timeso you can relax in it, or just to pace out your thoughts. Either way, your mind is your control group. It is most powerful, and at the timesvery lonely. The most time you spend thinking the less you spend bonding with your mind. It is wiser than any computer and more trustworthy than Lassie. Sometimes, people don't come across to think what they really need is just a kind word or two to their mindin which they can escape all their inhibibitions, wants, lusts, or sanctums. It is not the necessary need for materialistic objects that bring people to a stability but the power of them in their minds. I say trust it, and listen to it, for it leads to great things. And that my friends, is the key to success.

So,

everyone here has probably seen or heard of the Secret life of the American Teenager?

or juno?

I've come to terms with the fact that teenage pregnancies happen everywhere.

And yet, why do we still want to stop them? Just about every mother loves their child, and agree that it was no accident having them. Abortion is killing your child and should be illegal and downright wrong. Every person has a chance for life, and what right do we have to end theirs? If you had the intercourse then at least have the courage to live with your mistake/miracle. You weren't given a life if He didn't think you were strong enough to live it. A rape baby, a teenage baby, or a poverty baby is still living all the same it should have the chances we all have to live and experience the world. Why should the baby be strong enough to leave the world before its seen it and you can't be strong enough to deal withit. Besides when one door closes; two more open, no matter how shitty the situation.

Thanks for listening.

Thanks for sharing.

Peaceout.

around the world i go

Around the world we go,
hoping to find something of importance.
maybe a person, or a place, or a souvenier.
But, in each time none of us stop to think. or to observe.
in sightseeing you really are missing everything around you.
because, the little times, the little smiles, those are what make up a vacation. A time spent with family or friends or just yourself.
Just think,
of all the places you have visited, and how little you realize you have learned or bonded.

Thanks for listening.

Thanks for sharing.

Peaceout.

The Truth.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited,
whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving
birth to evolution.

- Albert Einstein

Imagination soars, it takes you through the highest mountains.

Imagination feels, it brings you to where you want to be.

your heart can open and close. your mind can open and close.

so can your emotions and fears.

scary.scary.scary.

Life is about knowing who you are and what you do.

- Anonymous

Facts bring you around times that no one can understand.

Scientists think that they're helping people to have a better life.

lies.lies.lies.lies.

your imagination soars, but ignorance is bliss.

- anonymous

Theres a point when you just want to live your life in faith without being questioned, experimented, doubted, proved wrong, and feared.

selfish.selfish.selfish.

imagination goes as far as a cat wanders down a quite alley.

but when does it become real?

finish the story yourself.

but not me.

i hate my school.
i should have gone to the degenerate high school like all my friends.
at least then would it have been easier.
im tired of this.
running around in circles for school work that i could care less about.
i just want to become a TV actress.
but not me.
because whatever i truly want, i always miss out on...
guess the life i've always thrived for will never happen for me.
its not like i had any help anyways.
im tired of living other people dream so that i can get an ounce of support.

it angers me.
i hate everything.
i hate my school.
i hate tests.
i hate the kids at my school.
i hate boys.
i hate things that make my life complicated in a bad way.
i hate negativity.
i hate liars.
i hate those who control others lives.
i hate those ugly children who are prettier than you.
i hate not living my dream.
i could have made it by now.

just today i was planning my life.
all i wanted was a relaxing weekend.
but not me.

Lack of Dreams.

Late at night.
is something proven, it doesn't suprise me that it isn't the lack of sleep but of something else.
because the littlest things irritate you.
like the rustle of the wind.
that you once thought beautiful, is not.
like the pitter patter of feet.
which you once believed adorable, is not.
like the volume of the TV.
with which you brought higher, is not.
like the peace of the silence.
marveled at once before, is not.

i suppose... that's what makes us irritable.
it isn't puberty, or parents, or homework, or stress.
its the lack of dreams you get a night. to expand your imagination.

Hurts... That's all

Why does it always hurt?
When you wanted it to happen.
You're not up for anything anymore....
Because it hurts.

You knew it wouldn't last,
even for a minute
a day,
a week,
a month,
a year.

And yet, here you mope,
just because it hurts.
just because it ended.

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