I wish that I could understand... myself, really. I'm so used to abuse that I don't want to believe in love anymore.

Sometimes I feel that love is just an illusion. Other people can believe they love you, or you can believe you love someone else (or even yourself), but then it will just disappear.

Nothing works out right.

My mom kicked me off of the phone 'cause I didn't finish my homework. I hate this crap, man. I hate homework, I hate myself, I hate life. It all fucking sucks. -_-
Okay, blah. Someone needs to help me see the positives of things. NOT just my therapist. Vic helps me. With most of that. But who do I run to when these things happen with my thoughts of him? I can't run to Ami now 'cause she talks about Matt, and I'd feel bad interrupting her.

Ehhhhhh.

I'm going to pretend I'm smart right now. Or rather, smart like I used to be when I thought this up. I can't find the original, so I'll just have to think of what I might have said. =/


There are two types of Atheists (ahh-- how I remember that I could not spell that word back then. alas, I still do not know if it is capitalized or not) :

- the one who understands and acknowledges

- && the one who just ridicules anything that believes in anything




(Oh jeeze. I know this is not going to be anything like what I originally wrote, so I'll just make up my new one for now)


So anyway, let's start this over.


There are two types of Atheists:

- those who understand religion and accept and are tolerant

- those who are rather obnoxious (yes, let's put it that way)

We'll call the tolerant ones Type A, and the obnoxious ones Type B.





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screw this. Haha. I'm just going to type this crap up later. I'm tired of typing about something that I'm not interested in at the current time. I'm more interested in my book right now. :P

This will probably be used to post my poems and such, but I am still unsure of it's use for now.