i've been sitting around all day drawing. i tried to clean but i'm too apathetic. so i drew anne boleyn on pink paper with a pen. then i got out my 96 crayons and colored it. she's prettier in my drawing than in she was in reality. everything seems to be. i wish i could do more for the world. i wish everyone wished that.
i know there are problems in america. i know there is poverty.
but it's everywhere and many of these people are working very hard to improve their lives but greed keeps them down. remember that when you're looking down on someone with less than you. remember that when you're feeling arrogant and powerful.
some people say i should stop living in the past but i won't.
every second that passes is in the past. we can't change it but we can stop it.
why do i care?
this planet is constantly being destroyed.
all everyone seems to care about is who has bigger weapons.
if you want to impress me fight with your fists. fight with your intelligence.
big guns don't prove ANYTHING.
so you can destroy me? no. you can't. your weapons can. you=coward/wimp/loser.
i practice what i preach. whether you're a killer, a whore, a liar, a saint, an asshole...
i will try to understand you. i will try to be someone you can trust. i promise to never hate you for what you are because of the way you grew up. i only hate truly evil things and so far in my life i haven't met a single one.
p.s.
i'm just a real girl with good intentions.
i know there are problems in america. i know there is poverty.
but it's everywhere and many of these people are working very hard to improve their lives but greed keeps them down. remember that when you're looking down on someone with less than you. remember that when you're feeling arrogant and powerful.
some people say i should stop living in the past but i won't.
every second that passes is in the past. we can't change it but we can stop it.
why do i care?
this planet is constantly being destroyed.
all everyone seems to care about is who has bigger weapons.
if you want to impress me fight with your fists. fight with your intelligence.
big guns don't prove ANYTHING.
so you can destroy me? no. you can't. your weapons can. you=coward/wimp/loser.
i practice what i preach. whether you're a killer, a whore, a liar, a saint, an asshole...
i will try to understand you. i will try to be someone you can trust. i promise to never hate you for what you are because of the way you grew up. i only hate truly evil things and so far in my life i haven't met a single one.
p.s.
i'm just a real girl with good intentions.
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lemures:
You are my favorite. I sympathize with you. 
and feel the same way. I will say that feelings of powerlessness, apathy, and melancholy that commonly go along with aquiring a better understanding of america, or say the world, seem to even effect some of my favorite and most driven professors. Hmm, maybe never forgetting those feelings helps them keep their edge. 
and feel the same way. I will say that feelings of powerlessness, apathy, and melancholy that commonly go along with aquiring a better understanding of america, or say the world, seem to even effect some of my favorite and most driven professors. Hmm, maybe never forgetting those feelings helps them keep their edge. 
lil_louie:
I mentioned you in my newest blog entry because reading this entry last night made me get all philosophical and I started thinking (usually a bad thing). You should go read it. And I swear, it's not more depressed whining this time!