Anywho, I've been thinking quite a bit lately. Why do I think so much and act so little? Why are friends falling apart, and animals start eating eachother? This world is going down fast, and I think we all know it's those damn humans fault. Eh, who cares. They don't mind much. We should just turn into animals. They are careless when safe, but then again... what is safety when all around us are predators *i.e. friends, family, restrictions...* We can never be safe because of these things.
I should try that sometime. Yes, you don't know what I'm talking about, but just wait and see.
I should just try to amuse myself, and not share my amusement with others. Make them wonder what's makin me smile or think so much, not make the wonder why I am telling them pointless things.
Oh, and the tower DOES have a table and chairs in it.
Why am I writing, nobody checks here. Ah, but if they do... they will think I want them to even more after reading this... So all of you that aren't here, just ignore this little paragraph of rantings.
Permanent crayon. If you know of it, tell me. If not, then the idea is mine, and you never saw this journal entry.
Fire... flame... blaze... combustion... devouring elements... all the same. All fun. All evil and destructive. But still fun anyways. Wow. I said anyways.. not anywho... the sanity of you all is wearing off on me. Inferno... flare... incadescence... pyre... sparks... and finally warmth.
And now for my thoughts of human rights. We were all given free agency *as the people at my church keep telling everyone*, so why do I have to go to church... If I have a choice, why do they make me go?... No freedom. Why does my mom get so weird... she tells me first to be social... and when I am, she tells me to stay home more... What is this world coming to? Nothing is okay anymore. There are those few moments of happiness, but what are then compared to a lifetime of dread and despair?
Oh well... I think I've ranted enough for tonight. Farewell all. I shall see you once again, another time, another day.
And I mean that too.
-Nate.
p.s. Yeah... why DID I call myself Mr.Ears?...






I just use it to watch people, and to comment.
But it's going good, I'd guess.
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