Posts Tagged ‘people’

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I’ve made or the fact that I can’t bring the past back?
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I’ve hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I’m scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won’t seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I’m feeling sad?
The person I’m expected to be? is that what I fear? . . .
I think the thing I fear most . . .is me 

To all the people who have touched my life: You’ve made me who I am and I couldn’t ask for anything more!

I recently started playing a game online called Sorority Life.

I thought it would be fun to collect outfits, accessories and other types of glamor. You know, hang out with girls and do girlie things.

The experience didn’t turn out quite like I expected, however.

Although there ARE some really nice girls…one of the most popular girls became very nasty to me for no reason. She called me horrible names, accused me falsely and pretty much controlled the whole situation, blocking me from playing the game.

She hurt me and I really don’t enjoy playing the game anymore. That doesn’t make me weak, it makes me human.

Think about your actions online, folks. There are real people on the other side of your monitor.

In saying this, there is something that I want you to know.

I am not perfect nor will I ever be. I am not better than anyone else. I make mistakes but I strive to improve.

I’m not mean, nor do I want to be. I walk in the light not darkness. I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings or make them feel bad about themselves. I don’t want to take away somebody’s enjoyment of playing a game in the name of being a bitch. I don’t want to belittle or single somebody out making them feel unworthy.

It doesn’t make me happy to crush somebody’s self esteem. I gain nothing from that.

I want to be kind, build you up and make you feel good about yourself. I want to congratulate you and celebrate in your successes. I want to inspire. I want to make a difference in your life. I want to entertain and make you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

If I am popular I want you to like me because I am a true friend and you respect me, not because you feel intimidated by the things I do.

If I choose you as a friend it’s because I see something exceptional.

If popularity means I have to be wicked then let me be unknown.

Maybe this is a life lesson for me. Perhaps there are some games in life I really shouldn’t play.

Everything in life happens for a reason, you hurt yourself to grow stronger, people die so new one can be introduced and you lose friends to gain new ones.

Man likes to think he’s so smart but in reality we are all just a bunch of raving, barbaric lunatics. BP should stand for Bloody Pathetic. All the most brilliant engineers in the world and they can’t even plug a damn hole. Ha! Tragically, the animals of the planet are always the ones to suffer. I don’t even like watching the news anymore. I just don’t want to see all the atrocities.
Between the new HST in Canada and half-wits ruining the planet, I feel sorry for the young people of today who really don’t have any say into what’s going on at all. Children should be seen but not heard. Unfortunally they are the one’s of the future who will have to deal with all the destruction. No wonder they are so depressed. Can you blame them? Antidepressants are making the pharmaceutical companies as rich as hogs.
I heard on the news yesterday that this new HST is going to be hitting home owners terribly and gas prices will go up again. Yeah, like that’s any surprise. As if it isn’t hard enough for young couples to make it and stay together.The government’s kick in the stomach isn’t helping matters any. Good people are losing their jobs and the divorce rate is the highest it has ever been.
God must be turning in his heavenly bed. No matter what your belief whether it be you reap what you sow, karma, or what goes around comes around, everything we do and say in our lifetime is recordered by a cosmic accountant. An equal reaction to the choices we make is going to hit us smack in the gluttonous arse. It’s coming, and it’s not going to be pretty.

                                                                            
A woman named Emma Everleigh-Anderton, a company director in the UK, dropped from a size eighteen to a size eight after being convinced her stomach had shrunk to the size of a golf ball. Hypnotist Russell Hemmings used a combination of cognitive behavioural therapy and hypnotherapy to ‘reprogramme’ her mind into thinking she had a gastric band operation. They call it hypno-diet therapy.
I didn’t realize the human brain is so dim-witted and spongy. Why am I only finding out about this incredible brainwashing breakthrough now?
Imagine having surgery without actually having surgery? Instead of killing yourself dieting you could just automatically lose weight with no effort or health risk at all.
Thoughts and words really are things.
If I wanted a raise at work, my kid`s to clean the house or people to wait on me hand and foot, I’d just place suggestive information into their big luggin’ nuts to get what I want. I’d have the world at my fingertips.
Imagine the fun I could of had sending my ex-boyfriend into a large pharmacy store announcing to the world that he needs a large supply of tampons for his hot-stinky periods. Ah, yes – the possible memories. Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she? Ha-ha!
With the snap of my fingers I could get you to read my blogs.

Public Service Announcement…Or Rant.

Drivers are becoming so aggressive. Last week a man ran over a dog right in front of me. To say this ass-wipe ruined my day is an understatement. It’s the first time I’ve actually screamed out loud in public. I made the guy park his car and go and tell the owner what he’d done. Luckily, the dog survived but it bled a lot. The driver walked over to me afterward.

“I didn’t see what I hit,” he said. “I just felt a bump.”

“You weren’t even going to stop. You need to be aware of your surroundings at all times when driving a car,” I said angrily. “The next time it might be a child you hit and you’ll be behind bars.”

“Oh, I would have seen a child,” he sneered.

“Sure, just like you saw the dog!” I snapped.

Folks, I don’t care if morning drivers drink three vats of coffee, keep their bulging eyeballs open with Fred Flintstone toothpicks or cut themselves with razor blades. Whatever it takes, for gawd sakes wake the fuck up!

People still drive past school buses, run right past school crossing guards out in the street and still yap on their cell phones when they should be paying attention to the road. Somebody is going to get killed and preferably it won’t be me.

Some people are so freakin’ cruel. Those of you who speed up and run over squirrels or other animals purposely, I hope you get hit by a Mack Truck and then backed over again to be squished into the piece of road kill dung that you are.