Dear Agony, Rose Petals and White Insanity

There is something wrong with this world. I am sure of it now, having looked at my piers at school, and the people on the streets. We are merely cogs in the system, mechanical to the point of loosing ourselves. What are we but butterflies pinned down on a cork board, being looked at by the higher ups of the world. They watch as the children struggle against their pins, teens ripping themselves apart, and adults dead to the world. They watch us for the beautiful ones, that flicker in the light, and if we pass their tests and their riddles, they take out our pins.

But you've spent so long pinned down, when you have a chance to fly and save your own kind, you don't do that. You just do what they tell you to, because that's what they do.

I say that change the color of the world, that we save the dying butterflies, and stop the teens from killing themselves inside out. We are loosing our humanity, and all I can smell on the wind is foul air.

Lets fix our world, instead of mindlessly working away

Beileve
Love
Cry
Laugh
Dance
Sing
Have Emotions again.

Let us raise our heads to the rising dawn, and stand united as a Quiet Rebellion.

Frozen Lillies

Music is more religious than the bible I think some times. Because that song will always be that way, and I think it is a bit more beautiful.
Oh well

Do you ever get really horrible homeowrk assignments, and you wonder if you teacher is sane?

I am feeling that way right now.

I have to write a 20 page autobio and it sucks, really badly.

I do not like telling my teachers about myself, but at least its better than some who are like "I have lived in the same place all my life, in the house next to the one my Father and Grandfather grew up in. My GrandPa still lives there with Grandma who used to live across to the street, my uncle lives there, and next to her old house is my aunts house. And next to that is my Mother's family.'

Ugh.

But still, I think that teachers have been hit on the head during their graduation. It would make more scene than whatever other excuse they have.

Dawn is Falling and Dusk is Rising

I've noticed some things as of late.
My life is stuck in a constant circle, got to school, due homework, get yelled at, eat something, get yelled at more, get on the computer, sleep, repeat. Its begginning to irratate me. I sometimes wonder if I am misssing out on something here, its always like this. Oh well, story of my life.

I've also noticed how unrealistic religion can be. I like seeing things, touching, and smelling, I don't like blind faith. So when I was in church this last Sunday, I sat there and wondered if there wasn't something we were missing. Like some thing that someone forgot to put into the bible that made it make a whole lot more scence. Like if you tap your heals together and say "There's no place like home" or "Beam me up Socty" or "Paging God, can you hear me now?" and be able to talk to God. But that would be too easy, wayyy too damn easy.

Ugh, I'll post later, I have homework I need to do, joy~!

Snow prints in flooded cities

I guess this blog is mainly a venting space. My bestest buddy got on and I was like what the heck.

The name of the blog is random, just like its posts, it will be nothing special, and nothing organized. So posh on you who look to a blog with meaning. This is just fo me.