11/28/2003

mood

Music:  Trapt - still frame

I got this stuff off the net...i thought it was good stuff to share with people...

10 Reasons Punks are harassed

People, please dont get all pissy with me about this, i am freely saying what i think, because i have the right to. Yes, i consider myself a punk, in the dictionary, quoted from the random house Webster’s college dictionary copyright 1991, it states that "a style or movement characterized by the adoption of aggressively unconventional and often bizzare or shocking clothing, hairstyles, etc., and the defiance of social norms, usually associated with punk rock musicians and fans." punk is a state of mind. its how you think. its only ASSOCIATED with punk rock, because the music seems to fit with the lifestyle. truly anyone can be a punk. believe it or not, bill gates is a punk, because he thought outside the box which is what being punk means. Microsoft was some thing that wasn’t considered normal. he believed in it. that was being punk right there. i listen to what most "punks" would call poser punk. i am a huge fan of good charlotte. they are punks no matter how much people say that they are pop and they aren’t in it for the music. they went through a horrible time when they were teenagers, and they realize that there are more than a couple cases of outcasts (as they were) that are going through a hard time and they write their songs about that. they try to reach those kids and tell them that the reason they aren’t popular is because they are better than that. i really dont see what the big deal about labels is any ways. people are just people and there are people that think alike and have the same ideas. yea they fit into a category but that doesn’t mean that you have to harass people about being different than you. god created us different for a reason. he wanted us to all have a life of our own. to live the way that we wanted and not to ridicule someone that is different from you because somewhere along the road of life, someone else is going to ridicule you for being different. basically its a story of what goes around comes around.
And what is with this because you are punk you’ll never amount to anything? as i said b4 bill gates was a punk and he made a hell of a name for himself. the only reason punks are harassed is because most people dont understand. they would rather judge and walk away than to talk to them and find out things. just because someone different and not understandable doesn’t mean that they are a horrible person. they may have a past where they turned to being a "punk" and it helped them through a tough time. it helped me to overcome shyness. i used to be one to blush at a pindrop. i couldn’t talk to no one. now after living a lifestyle that is "punk" i am able to overcome my fears of social life and talk to people. mostly because of the eccentric things i wear, people come up to me and either compliment me for having the guts to do it, or judge me and be a prick about it.

reasons not to commit suicide

please read this.. and think about it..
Thinking about suicide? Think about this!
You've decided to do it. Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out.
Fine--but before you kill yourself consider these facts:
Suicide is not usually successful.
You think you know a way to guarantee
Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.
What about jumping?
Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leapt from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.
What about pills?
Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun?
Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide.
You might too.
But...
Who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it. Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned?
Your father?
Your mother?
Your wife?
Your son?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.
You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police.
They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it?
Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later.
And we'll work with whatever you have left.
Remember:
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
If your reading this, steal it, please..

11/12/2003

mood:

Music:  da band:  my life

     Today kinda sucked.  even though its my birthday it sure as hell didnt feel like it.  man everyone was actin all stank, but u know what i dont even care anymore.  same ol' shit, just a different day.  anyways last week, my step-sis nicole got arrested for fightin with a teacher, so she's been home for two weeks.  and my brother sounded like he was gonna kill this one dude, cause the dude kept messin with him and stuff.  and honestly i dont blame him.  i kinda feel bad for him when people walk all over him.

10/25/2003

mood:  angry

music:  creed:  one last breath

   i finally moved into my step-moms house, it sucks, we got mad rules.  but i dont even mind that, what i really cant stand is her temper.  a week or so ago she knocked the crap out of my step-sis, and my step-sis fought back, cause she's tired of getting hit.  i dont blame her.  anyway, then all of a sudden my step-mom picked up like a piece of wood and tried to hit her with it.  if thechic didnt fight back, she would be in the hospital right now.  my step-mom is crazy, she needs to be commited.  i cant take her beating her kids like that.  she's so damn abusive.  i dont know how long i will be able to take living here.  but this aint my home anyway, it will never be.  my step-mom is only with my dad for the money anyway, i heard her say it.  so im just a resident in this house until my dad sees her true colors.

10/07/2003

mood:  sleepy

music:  counting crows:  colorblind

   today its storming like crazy.  its very loud outside & there's alot of ligtning.  everytime its like this it takes me back to this day when i was like 10 yrs old.  it was storming outside our trailerhome in new jersey, and i was so scared, i mean i was young & i was in our home alone.  it was the worst storm we had in years.  so neway it was about 12 in the morning, & the storm was keeping me awake, so i turned on some music to put myself asleep, but then all the electricity went off.  so it freeked me out even more.  i started crying cause the thunder was so loud it was shaking my house, & plus my mom should have been home from work by then.  and i started crying so loud it was almost a scream.  so neway my mom came home finally and told me that the neighbors heard me crying & then she yelled at me & told me never to do that again.  im not sure if she hit me for that, but ever since that i held in my tears whenever there was a storm.

10/06/2003

Mood:  mellow

music:  the white stripes:  seven nation army

  yesterday i did robbie's hair in a mohawk, it looked so tight.  i took mad pics of him too.  i will upload those as soon as i get them developed.  he brought over creepshow, we're probably going to watch it today.  cause im in the mood for a horror flick.  no chic flicks today.  but i do have to finish packing before we watch tv, because i will be moving to my evil step-mother's house by the end of the week.  o btw the below entry was a song i did.  kinda short, i know, but to the point. 

10/05/2003

Mood

music:  three days grace - i hate everything about you

there's burning in my soul

i cant feel it

i wont feel it

I've cut off all of me

no face, no name, no entity

so set my ass on fire

cause i cant feel it

i wont feel it

take a razor to my wrist

I've done it before

to try and end this

but i cant feel it

i wont feel it

you can try to drop pills in my cup

but it wont work

cause i drank 20 of em up

i cant feel it

i wont feel it

no matter how hard you try to tear me down with your lies

just remember

i cant feel it

i wont feel it

09/30/2003

mood: mellow

music: smile empty soul - I want my life

   Today is my grandmother's birthday, I would go to her grave, but its closed on the weekends, how messed up is that.  Anyway my stomach is killer right now, cause I had to take this medication (Adivin) that the doctors gave me at the hospital yesterday. it made me so nauseous.  Its a sedative for my anxiety disorder, it makes me feel high.  But some time this week I have to go to a psychiatrist at Act Corporation to get a real evaluation.  More drugs, that sucks.

09/28/2003

mood:  pissed

music:  Papa Roach - last resort

 i am so freaking angry, my step-mom calls me all the time and talks shit about my father, how fucked up is that.  its getting on my damn nerves.  she talks shit about me to my face, i need to get the hell outta here.  im freaking losing my mind, i swear...i need some pills or some shit, cause i cant fucking take this.  i feel like decking her.  my dad isnt the best but he deserves better than that.  grrr............

09/27/2003

mood: Bleh

music:  Dropline - way away

 today sucked, i mostly downloaded music, and packed.  cause i happen to be moving soon, to my step-moms house, thats gonna suck too.  sometimes i think about cutting again, and i want to sooo bad.  i try to distract myself though.  but its soo tough, i like the pain, it takes my mind away from all the fucked up things happening in my life.

09/08/2003

mood:  ?

music:  creed - inside us all

 Over the weekend I went to my step-mom's house for my little sisters b-day.  My older sis Jewel came from Orlando to come visit for the occasion, she also brought her friend, Ray.  We all sat around eating popcorn and watching movies, then Ray was drawing like a fake tatoo on my sis's back so that she could see how it looked before she decides to get a real one.  It was hawt, I think Im gonna get one on my like upper back/shoulder blade area.  I'll probably get a star.  Ray said he'll only charge me 30 bucks so that should be straight.  It sucked towards the end of the day, because my step-mom just started yelling about something and everyone was aggravated.  I dont blame them, some times she goes on and on.

09/05/2003
mood:  eh
music:  smile empty soul - bottom of a bottle
 Man I tried all last night to upload the extra stuff I added to my page, but it wasnt pulling it up, this sucks.  I love to put new stuff on this page, but its soo aggravating.  And I havent been getting much sleep lately, cause this noise I hear every morning.  It sounds like a woodpecker, but I always think someone is taping on my window, so I wake up and go look.  ugh........

09/04/2003

mood: bored

music: simple plan - perfect

Today I watched the soaps and did the same ol same ol.  Im sooo bored.  I wish I didnt have this anxiety problem, my dad always picks fights with me, and Im so sick of him.  Sometimes I want to just pack all my stuff and head out somewhere, but I have no where to go.  Living with my mother is hell, and I love my cousin, but I cant take living with her and her three kids.  I really dont have anyone, kinda sucks.  And even most of my friends dont keep much contact with me.  O well, thats the breaks.

 
 

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