Sometimes I’m just thinking… what would happen if I just dropped dead on the spot? Would I still be me? Will I go to Heaven? Will I go to Hell? What will be my fate? Will people remember me? Will I have a strong word to stand by? Will people care?
I don’t think I will ever know these answer until I actually die. And I’m not planing on dying for some time, but, hey, you never know. People think I’m the end-of-the-world, scary type of person. I scare people - but only sometimes. I just don’t get it - I mean, I can hurt people - and I won’t. I will never intentionally hurt another human being, ever. Its cruel. I mean, the accidental little things, yes, but not like punch someone or stuff like that.
I know that scaring people isn’t the best quality. For instance, Erin (I don’t know if I could call her a friend or foe, because she told me to F off and I’m just like ‘I’m done’ and she punches people and such) is mad at me because I ‘get what I want’ as she puts it. These people just put up fights for no reason. I never get what I want. And I know through life it will stay that way.
The world seems to hate Life. I mean, think about it, Have you ever heard someone say ‘Oh, yay! Another life!’? I haven’t. I hear, ‘Oh, yay! We have a new baby!’ and such, but never anything about life. And when someone is actually happy about life - the earth takes that happyness away. Always. I have never been happy about life. Being alive, well, its good, but I’m not happy about it. I’d rather be up in Heaven then in this earth. Why is life so bad?
And death. Death isn’t good either, although I have heard some people say ‘Yes, I was just waiting for that person to die.’ Actually, I’ve heard that a lot. The world is full of hate and death, and it freezes any joy and happyness anyone has. I just don’t get it.
After reading this, you’ll probably say ‘Oh, this girl is depressed.’ and whatever else you guys can come up with. But trust me, you just proved me right. The world just took this article - and wrapped its cold fingers of hate around it.
Culver
Breaking Away
Writing
I wasn't born in the light
Paris isn't the city of love.
We are us - and we are the world