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Paranoia is a very strong, compelling feeling. It presents itself in many forms and mediums, and through all of them it is a deterministic factor for your actions. Paranoia… is difficult to counter, more so to ignore, and impossible to shake off. You walk downstairs at night to get a drink of water from the kitchen. The house sleeps, you are alone in your wakefulness. It’s dead...
Sometimes we end up in places we don’t want to be. Sometimes we do things that we don’t want to do. Sometimes we say things that shouldn’t be said. Sometimes when these things happen we lose a little bit of our sanity. Sometimes we involve people who otherwise wouldn’t be. Sometimes we burden people with too much responsibility. Sometimes we show people what should remain...
You know all of us really are depressed, as teenagers. And you know I think that’s okay. We’re old enough to know the problems around us but too young to really do much about them
I keep on trying to figure out why I stay; why I’m still here. And I’m not sure if I have a reason. I’ve said many things: curiosity, aiding others, lack of will, lack of determination, love- in other words many resolute statements. But I’m not sure if I believe myself for any one of them. So why do I stay? Why am I still here? I suppose I’ll have to answer that...
The Catalyst; it is coming, and with it the Uprising. Buildings will shatter and fields will burn, Order will fall as the sky turns night, We will rise in masses to meet this new challenge, Not united as idealized, But divided. And together we shall break this Catalyst, And then the world will turn again, To wreck and ruin, But it is coming, This is the truth. The Catalyst...
When you know you should have said something, or done something but you didn’t find the courage to do it.
Can you please save me?
Like so many before me, and countless more to come; I’ve simply given up. Hopelessness entangles me and intensity of emotion cannot be described. There is pointlessness and despair. I have given up.
Me: Don't you ever want to do what you want to do? To speak without filters? To move without so many restriction? To live freely, so to speak?
Friend: Yes, we all feel like that from time to time.
Me: So why don't we just do it?
Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. This should be...
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1st thing I re blogged- because some of you may need it.
Careful while reading this, expect long bodies of text and a thoroughly thorough piece. Once again, those short on time or feint of heart, or perhaps content with their day may choose not to read this. But if you are none of those things, or simply adamant about reading this, then go on and enjoy the ride. There’s many kinds of disappointment in this world. There is one that we experience...
I know its cliche and I know its been done and I am also well aware that you hate me for doing this. But Valentines Day. I despise it with gusto. I hate it with bravado. And yes, that is because I do not have a significant other by my side. And as the mantra goes: ‘forever alone.’ But when people are trying to sell me roses and couples stroll about, hand in hand, I can’t help...
I am faced now in English with another assignment, this time however, it is to write about myself. I have a tremendously difficult time writing stories about myself, so I will instead venture to write my own perfect murder. How will I be murdered? Well as for the answer to that, know that if I get a request or any other gesture for me to do so, then I will post my short story here. Above my...
Long but MEH
This is a long post but meh- I’m writing this mainly for me (I know selfish isn’t it); it helps me so if you do not wish to read long bodies of text leave now. Those feint of heart, short of time, and those that have exams tomorrow (as do I) I strongly recommend you depart. Nice to see you with me. You know I always have trouble coming up with names when I deign to speak about my...
Okay so another post dear readers, Black March: http://blackmarch.info/ That’s a site about it. Its a boycott towards the media companies, and I STRONGLY recommend you participate in it. This may be a vital push in the… cyber war that is going on. Please in the name of what you believe in, participate in black march. Thank you.
In this post I will post links to SOPA/PIPA/ Bad-ass Anonymous Videos. Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_Online_Piracy_Act Anonymous, SOPA message: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeEcoi8kEuU Anonymous, after Megaupload take down: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IY_TY4FPk90 A brilliant message from KhanAcademy about SOPA and PIPA: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzqMoOk9NWc In...
You know closure is important. That lies as an obvious statement, but somewhat of a grand realization for me. Something has happened recently that tousled me, however closure was given and received and I feel significantly better than I would have otherwise. Thank you to that person. Otherwise have a nice day everyone, and I mean it.
For reasons I will not mention, there are reasons which I cannot mention, which hitherto limits the content I can post. The reasons to this are anonymity. I do not have anonymity in this blog to some, and therefore I may not disclose some information. But, in the vaguest terms possible, something which I held (or hold) dear may not be true, or rather it may be false. And because of this, I am, to...
In speculation, I will venture to write that people will question me of my name, and the title of this blog. My name is of no concern at all. You don’t need to know it, nor does anyone else for that matter. My identity is likewise. The title of this blog does, in fact, have a base. I will begin with ‘Prophet.’ Firstly you must know since I was young I have always philosophized....
Well Well Well
Here I am. You probably don’t know me. In fact you cant know me unless I specifically told you about this blog. And in that case disregard those last few sentences entirely. I currently am sitting in my room, typing, with an oddly flickering light above my head. My name is not to be disclosed, but my age lies at 13, and my grade at 9. It is with avid curiosity that I begin this blog. I...