"when a person is subjected to coercive persuasion without his knowledge or consent... [he may] develop serious and sometimes irreversible physical and psychiatric disorders, up to and including schizophrenia, self-mutilation, and suicide."United States v. Lee 455 U.S. 252, 257-258 (1982), the California Supreme Court
I've been left behind... everyone's moving on... I'm tired of being poor, not being in love... not being on tour...
I've been writing more lately
listening to pantera and the new underoath... pretty decent
the singer from copeland has the most beautiful voice
doom 3 is like the best game ever...
I upset a girl... I feel bad... I have just been so pissed at the world lately... and I never take things out on people... why now? she didn't deserve it... why did I blow things out of proportion or jump to offense? life is really rubbing me raw...
youth is such a gift and an overacted curse. often amplified by alcohol and insecurity. we are held in place by the fear of constantly being trampled by our own emotions. The chemicals that flow through our bodies at such rushed speeds force feelings through us just as fast. we stand as our executioners, drawing the blade over our own heads... conjured from such overinflated realities that we are so sure could mean the end of us and our worth... and addiction to acceptance... a necessity for a nitch... but in that nitch we dig our own graves... and then, with the world we drastically collide, a hit and run reality... a detrimental effect... and we are placed in jobs til death... meaning little more than a signature on paperwork, or hands on an assembly line... consumers, heads of households, leading to broken homes... pushing our children into the same states we cherish as adults and despised while they were upon us. Youth is a stage, and we write our only melodramas. Stability comes with age... birth, learn, play, fear, work, die... but in youth you learn a new set of rules... steal, ache, yearn, lie, cheat, love, create, destroy, outlast, crumble, but worst of all... age.-John Borba
I've been left behind... everyone's moving on... I'm tired of being poor, not being in love... not being on tour...
I've been writing more lately
listening to pantera and the new underoath... pretty decent
the singer from copeland has the most beautiful voice
doom 3 is like the best game ever...
I upset a girl... I feel bad... I have just been so pissed at the world lately... and I never take things out on people... why now? she didn't deserve it... why did I blow things out of proportion or jump to offense? life is really rubbing me raw...
youth is such a gift and an overacted curse. often amplified by alcohol and insecurity. we are held in place by the fear of constantly being trampled by our own emotions. The chemicals that flow through our bodies at such rushed speeds force feelings through us just as fast. we stand as our executioners, drawing the blade over our own heads... conjured from such overinflated realities that we are so sure could mean the end of us and our worth... and addiction to acceptance... a necessity for a nitch... but in that nitch we dig our own graves... and then, with the world we drastically collide, a hit and run reality... a detrimental effect... and we are placed in jobs til death... meaning little more than a signature on paperwork, or hands on an assembly line... consumers, heads of households, leading to broken homes... pushing our children into the same states we cherish as adults and despised while they were upon us. Youth is a stage, and we write our only melodramas. Stability comes with age... birth, learn, play, fear, work, die... but in youth you learn a new set of rules... steal, ache, yearn, lie, cheat, love, create, destroy, outlast, crumble, but worst of all... age.-John Borba
sydni:
you write really well...I'm sorry you're so down, and that I didn't respond back last night....I was really flustered, but that's no excuse-I hope today is a better day for you 