I mean with all these crazy thoughts running around in my head, and all this madness swirling around me,
you would think i'd be all over Facebook Notes, Blogger, and my notebook.
but it appears that I have shut down, once again.
Lately I've been listening to Mayday Parade and Meese alooooot.
Some of my fav lyrics?
"get up, get up, sing it like your screamin at me, get up get up, i love the way you make it look so easy.." Get Up- MP
"we tried to fight for what we thought that we believed in, maybe it was all for nothing (i bet that it was all for nothing), ...innocence is falling, can you hear them calling now? We tried to fight, i guess sometimes you find its pointless as long as you can live with yourself (tell me how you live with yourself)" The End-MP
just...most of MP's songs..haha
then..
The Start of It- Meese
"The snow has never looked like this, the city never seems to rest, shes off to start a war, is this worth fighting for?" Taking The World On-Meese
and Break Out-Meese
but I mean, If it's all about the song in your head, and of course theres always a mash-up (GLEE!!!) of several songs in my head, then why am I so angry?
I mean sure life sucks, but it's also great.
theres such a fine line there...
My friend asked me.
What do you want?
I was very angry at the time so i replied
"I want to scream at the top of my lungs until the sky crumbles and the earth shakes. i want to make them hurt and bleed like i do. I want to run away and never look back. I want to die yet live forever. but most of all? I want to matter, and to fucking believe it when I do."
There was more then that but..what are ya gonna do? I don't remember all of it.
That friend knows me pretty well...i suppose thats what happens when your around such and "angry" person so often..
But how many people can sit near a fire, and still be freezing cold?
Or go to the arctic and still be burning?
How do liars and murderers live with themselves?
The questions of the world that will never be answered..
there are enough to fill a book as large as the earth, and probably more.
How can you sit in front of someone,
rage dripping from your every pore,
your ears and nostrils steaming,
and your mouth breathing fire.
yet they don't notice?
WHO IS THAT DENSE?
the people that are in denial.
The people that started out good and clean just like every baby, but somewhere along the way something happened, and now look. They are neglectful.
Yup, I went there.
I mean come on, did you really think this would be any different?
did you really think i wouldn't start ranting at some point?
Its what i do. deal with it.
But really.
Where was i? oh right, anger.
I mean how can you sit there and be screaming in someones ear, then you open your eyes and discover you've been biting your tounge so hard you can't feel it anymore?
There are some people in this world that lie through their teeth so much its a wonder they even have any left.
but what would be better?
lying, of just not saying anything at all?
The strangest things make people sad.
a song, a flower, just a simple everyday thing.
honestly, when did we get that bad?
What magical force brings people to tears so often?
and why is it so incredibly wrong to not cry???
I mean, I could go on forever but you've probably lost interest by now, eh?
Just think about Death, there are so many endless questions to go with Death. Go find someone interesting, or a good friend, or both and just discuss death.Is it alive? Can it die? what exactly is it?
kills alot of time.
So, if your still paying attention by now, i'll leave you all with this.
Nothing matters, honestly. It does, but it doesn't if you know what i mean.
Turn your head and look at thing from a different perspective every once in a while,
go find a new band and get one (or more) of their songs stuck in your head, try something new, and god forbid you come out of your turtle shell. Its all what you make it, so be yourself. MAke it what you want it to be. and try to not roll your eyes so much they fall out of your head (ouch) because we all know no one listens to this inspirational crap and those who do (coughcough) would never admit it, so just make of it what you will. I do however, ask one thing. Try not to judge to terribly much, you never know.
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