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May 31, 2008 - Saturday 

i dont cut my wrists... becuase i already know i will bleed.  I dont wear black and alianate everyone because i dont feel like loosing my friends.  i am not always alone, because i need people around me or i might go insane.  i am either happy or mad, and a very simple person... if you know me, or if you dont.  i dont cry on the outside, because that is not who i am.  i cry on the inside because that is who i am.  i dont need to show anybody my pain, because i dont want to spread it.  my parents are heroes, risen from the depths of hell.  my mother a sister to demons, and my father a son and brother of them.  if they come from that, than what do i come from?

life is not fair.  the good die long and painful deaths, and the evil get what they want and enjoy watching the just suffer.  god is real, yet he doesnt pitty and love all like he says he does.  god is a cruel, cruel ... thing.  his gift to humanity, free will, is what destroys EVERYHTING. 

i am forced to watch an innocent and helpless woman die, everyday  of my life.  not just that but i have to watch my family torture her and my mom and dad.  what the fuck is family anyway? all it is is blood, that i would gladdly shed to rid myself of the demonized parisites that i am forced to say i am related to.  how is it fair that my father, who has done wrong things (not evil, not like many MANY others), has to leave the ones that he loves to watch another loved one fall to pieces?  and even the one person in my family who i thought was a good person, with is faults mind you, is horrible, and disgusting inside?  i dont care what he is going thru, but he is putting my father, grandmother, and my grandmothers family in a much worse postion than he is in.

and u know, i acutally realized why i am so upset school is almost over.  without school i have to face this shit 24/7.  it is my escape, a giant distraction.  i am only 15 i shouldnt have to deal with this kinda shit already, i have the rest of my whole fucknig life to grow up, which i hope and pray with all my soul is not like this forever.

now my life is not that bad really, but i dont even know how to describe what i am feeling inside.   i wish it would all end, and everybody would be happy.. but with everything going on now, and a few very real seeming epidodes of television i have come to realize that LIFE SUCKS! there are no happy endings, only happy times!  people can be happy and love, but as long as there is scum such as in my family the world will be eternally damned to hell.

 

and thank you to all who have read up to here, it means a lot to me that you listened.

once again thank you

                                        -jon

February 29, 2008 - Friday 

for the first time

...

i feel afraid

will the sun come up tomarrow?  will a fire burn down the walls of my life that are in ruin already?

what have i done to deserve such a fate, for such a loved one?

an angel smiled down on us, and brought us together

now its tears fell down, tearing us apart

leaving me uncertain

betrayed

alone

.

what keeps me alive, the thing that returns me to a safer place

the love that binds us together, syncronizing our hearts,

conjoins our minds, and mends our wounds

the safest corner of my life

the gears of my world

the downfall of humanity, which most fear to embrace

the ambiguity of life

torn to shreds

by events unexplained

 

my world has stopped spinning

life has ceased moving

time has stopped counting

yet somehow death still comes

 

how will i live, when my world ends? will i die, or cry? how long will this stalk, taunt, strangle me? when will it end? why do i care? why is it important? why must the charished die?

 

December 11, 2007 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  hyper

Leave me be

to let me cry

for some reason i dont want to die

My teeth begin to grind as

ideas of humanity enter my mind

Cars drive by

and planes they fly

should i really, really die

Ideas rushing through my head

as i lay in my bed

The radio blaring

walls all staring

My favorite band

yet there is a knife in my hand

The walls all pure white

but they only seem to spite

Red color it bleeds

pain succeeds

Leave my be

to let me cry

for some reason tonight i die