Being Me: I feel vary...Welcome Here
Dear Readers,
I do not believe you care nor will read more then the first sentence, so I shall be strange in my wording. If you do manage to figure out what I say, I shall write more. I must admit if you can understand what I say most the time, you will learn a lot and you'll find I'm vary...Unique in the words I chose. Have fun. Hehe.
I do feel welcome here it's a blog and I like comments. Mainly I like bad comments, the ones so bad they make you cry. If you manage to make me cry...you are quiet a gifted person. I laugh things off vary easily. I do thank this sight for being here. Xanga.com has changed enough now that a simple minded blond like me can not figure it out any more. I guess things these day are not as they were in year ago, I do hope this site does not find it's way to confusing me and, all in all, making me un-add my account.
Oh what might I say about my future posts. I plan on laying back on what I choose to post. Picking my words Carefully I'll tell you what's on my mind. I'm vary Creative, I do like being crazy, I choose my words wisely I expect you to do the same. I take words seriously and i expect you to do the same as words have great meaning. Words can make and/or break a person, they can make you think rather bad thoughts of a person or make you believe things you'd rather not believe. I can change your mind with the simple gestures i make. I assume you don't care, though, I shall spend time out of my busy day, to help you find what is running through my mind.
Todays post for the time being:
When I woke I could go back to sleep. I got online and with out fail everyone, AS ALWAYS, was offline. Is it possible to have someone to talk to this early? I woke and NO ONE was up. My mom had been up, Currently gone, as always I was alone and felt as such. If I were to tell you I didn't enjoy being alone, I would be lying. Although being alone has it's bad times too. no one there to comfort, you to tell you its okay, stop you from coming close to death, stop you from running away. How does one express such a thing for someone to real care. Would they ever miss me? Would they even notice I was not there?
If only life were better then this...If I ask no question I get no lies and if I expect nothing you don't have a chance to disappoint. I fell it's time to jump ship thought I do believe either way I'll die I'm just waiting for the ship to sink. Suicide doesn't seem so fun but thinking about old age seems worse. Responsibilities, Children, over demanding jobs, Hopeless dreams, Taxes, and worst of all the physical changes. Tisk Tisk now if this wasn't bad enough dealing with this all at once. I don't believe I could handle the poeple, I cant handle the poeple now what would make the future any different?
I could write the world's secrets on this internet sight. Out of all the poeple that have this sight and will see my blog only about 5 out of 20 poeple will read it, understand it, and really care. What does it matter if you don't read it? I shall end this post now. Leaving you with the thought...
If Tomorrow everything you worked so hard to get was soddenly taken, stolen, right out from underneath your nose. You started to suffer, being tormented by just living. Out of all this that happens, what would you do...would you give up? Would you be a fighter and try to get it back? I know what I would do but to this question there's not an exact answer, no right nor a wrong, just an answer that changes from person to person.
I hope you shall make an effort to think of an answer for it's a waste to have such a mind that could change the world and never use it to it's full potential.
As always I am,
Bloody Black,
NANI
I do not believe you care nor will read more then the first sentence, so I shall be strange in my wording. If you do manage to figure out what I say, I shall write more. I must admit if you can understand what I say most the time, you will learn a lot and you'll find I'm vary...Unique in the words I chose. Have fun. Hehe.
I do feel welcome here it's a blog and I like comments. Mainly I like bad comments, the ones so bad they make you cry. If you manage to make me cry...you are quiet a gifted person. I laugh things off vary easily. I do thank this sight for being here. Xanga.com has changed enough now that a simple minded blond like me can not figure it out any more. I guess things these day are not as they were in year ago, I do hope this site does not find it's way to confusing me and, all in all, making me un-add my account.
Oh what might I say about my future posts. I plan on laying back on what I choose to post. Picking my words Carefully I'll tell you what's on my mind. I'm vary Creative, I do like being crazy, I choose my words wisely I expect you to do the same. I take words seriously and i expect you to do the same as words have great meaning. Words can make and/or break a person, they can make you think rather bad thoughts of a person or make you believe things you'd rather not believe. I can change your mind with the simple gestures i make. I assume you don't care, though, I shall spend time out of my busy day, to help you find what is running through my mind.
Todays post for the time being:
When I woke I could go back to sleep. I got online and with out fail everyone, AS ALWAYS, was offline. Is it possible to have someone to talk to this early? I woke and NO ONE was up. My mom had been up, Currently gone, as always I was alone and felt as such. If I were to tell you I didn't enjoy being alone, I would be lying. Although being alone has it's bad times too. no one there to comfort, you to tell you its okay, stop you from coming close to death, stop you from running away. How does one express such a thing for someone to real care. Would they ever miss me? Would they even notice I was not there?
If only life were better then this...If I ask no question I get no lies and if I expect nothing you don't have a chance to disappoint. I fell it's time to jump ship thought I do believe either way I'll die I'm just waiting for the ship to sink. Suicide doesn't seem so fun but thinking about old age seems worse. Responsibilities, Children, over demanding jobs, Hopeless dreams, Taxes, and worst of all the physical changes. Tisk Tisk now if this wasn't bad enough dealing with this all at once. I don't believe I could handle the poeple, I cant handle the poeple now what would make the future any different?
I could write the world's secrets on this internet sight. Out of all the poeple that have this sight and will see my blog only about 5 out of 20 poeple will read it, understand it, and really care. What does it matter if you don't read it? I shall end this post now. Leaving you with the thought...
If Tomorrow everything you worked so hard to get was soddenly taken, stolen, right out from underneath your nose. You started to suffer, being tormented by just living. Out of all this that happens, what would you do...would you give up? Would you be a fighter and try to get it back? I know what I would do but to this question there's not an exact answer, no right nor a wrong, just an answer that changes from person to person.
I hope you shall make an effort to think of an answer for it's a waste to have such a mind that could change the world and never use it to it's full potential.
As always I am,
Bloody Black,
NANI
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