Found a few interesting old posts in my old blog(yes I didn't delete it. Old posts are really precious to me.)
Just wanted to share some with y'all.
So, what's your feeling of being neglected? What's the feeling of tormenting someone?
They are different. They are different, indeed.
For someone trying to interact with the others, but fail to do so. His attitude is just not right. Not right to the others.
He torments people, maybe; he may also be too talkative. Or he's a bit too... violent.
Maybe he is thinking, I want to be different, but I want to make friends.
But is that possible?
No. It's not hard too.
All you have to do is find someone that can understand. Maybe it is hard. But you never know till you try.
To have the virtue to speak when you feel different to other people; that's a brave step. But you have to watch your words.
People may leave you... maybe because they can't stand you,
or...
They follow what other people do.
Because they don't want to feel alone. Because they don't want to feel left out.
That's the whole reason for this.
The others usually copy a group, and eventually they're be someone left out.
When I heard him say, say that my attitude is different, I am demanding, I am different from others, I just laugh and say, "Well, that's true. Maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore then." But we are still friends. Or 'siblings'. Because he had chosen to be my friend. It may be a good step, it may be a bad one. But at least he made someone happy. That he had chosen to side with both the different and the same.
So, what's your feeling of being neglected? What's the feeling of tormenting someone?
You never know if you are not one of me.
Maybe because I'm different, that you all leave me. It is a blessing in disguise...
Another post.
"Grandmother passed away todae at 6.53am , which is christmas eve ... Very sad ): She looked at all of us before she close her eyes .. Everybody cried .. Wonder why all good ppl will die first .. The last present she gave me was a nike water bottle .. She wan me to study hard ): I really cant take such a heavy blow .." - Marcus Too
I've seen his grandma before, quite a number of times. She was a nice person desu, but I didn't hear about her cancer till my friend went to his blog and we saw his post.
When you are sad and desperate, you either tried not to cry, burst into tears, or have no effect, or acting happy. Yes, some people are like that. Smiling while dealing with it. But hey, that's dumb. Please, just cry, don't bottle it up to make it worse. That'll make others worry more, dumb dumb desu. I can't imagine my own family member just going away like that, but i'll show no feeling, that's what I believe. Because I cried too much.
Anyway, getting to the point...
I love sad stories. And I LOVE sad endings. Because they make it more meaningful and...... stuff. Its an inspiration for me.
I love FF9, and I don't want a sad ending for it though... cus its a nice story, and the story is sad enough already.
But of course, it has changed. This was written in Jan 2010, and after one year, which is now, I still adore sad endings. But I would never want to lose the people I cared for, I want to protect them all. Yet even though Death takes them away, I still don't hate death... because Death is what made us today.
One more.
Damn.
So much homework, I wish I was never born.
Touchwood.
Maybe I'll hate homework. So much. Can't think, think a lot. As in like, i needa rush through. And that is horrifying.
Horrifying, you say? Yeah. Why?
You don't learn from the homework, and just practically wastes your time.
Can't stand it, man,
I wish I was born with wings and fly away, away from this prison, yo.
lol I didn't know I can write that well. I thought I was still an acorn staring at an oak tree.
Okay, enough of spamming this post. Just to share some stuff that you will probably never see in your life. owo
