I feel like sleeping. I have too much to do! After I get my hair dyed, I have to go home, pick up my sister, drop her off at her friends house, drive alllll the way to lai’s House, go look for costume stuff, pick up my sister for lunch, go to the house, and then relax a little, go to the movie thing, after that, go get laloni’s friend, meet friend Eli at the mall, let my girlfriend and her friend do whatever, and go see ANOTHER movie with my friends, attempt to track down my girlfriend, and go home.
Ok. It disgusts me how such evil, ignorant, and rude people exist in this world. They could do the worst things, but everyone turns away. It’s horrible. Then when that person commits suicide, you scratch your heads. The person is innocent, but the one who caused it, is not. Yet you let the perpetrator get away, while there’s someone’s blood on their hands. When the innocent is hurt, you pay no attention. Only for a second. Then you turn away again. Now that innocent person is hurt, because no one cared. They tried to call out for help, but were silenced amidst the drama, censorship, and imprisonment. So they looked on. And looked. But they couldn’t take action, for fear of being hurt again. So they waited.
The ignorance. It’s still there.
And every time someone tries to speak out, they get silenced.
The innocent. They’re hurt.
Something happened to her, Faith.
She was hurt. She was manipulated, and abused.
That’s why you’re depressed. Why you’re alone.
Why you see yourself as worthless. You have something in you, but you don’t see it.
You buried her under that tough exterior, and nearly killed her.
You only see her when you’re alone. You can’t let anyone see her.
Because they hurt her. And she kept it from everyone.
Didn’t even want to speak out. I can’t.
What if I get silenced again?
I don’t want it to happen again.
I can’t win this game, I’ve already lost.
This is one of the deepest and most personal things that I’ve written, I’m about to cry… Damn it…
Oh I totally understand.
It’s coming from your soul. It has a very special meaning to you, right?
You must have felt something really deep while writing, so it’s something special. It’s like a message from your soul. Hope I’m not telling total nonsense
You make a lot of sense.
It does have a huge meaning to me, because it’s my conscience speaking. It talks about things that have happened in my life. I teared up after writing that.
Because sometimes when I am inspired I write a whole story or poem that somehow reflect my feelings and that have a very special feeling to me. I don’t let anyone read them, because I don’t think that anyone would understand what I felt when I was writing it.
They won’t understand what I mean.
I once wanted to show it to someone, but then the person said, that she was too tired to read and then I didn’t want to show it anymore.
