Question.
20110422 @ Friday, April 22, 2011

Clayton
Friday, April 22, 2011
This is Clayton. He is six years old. One day, his mother brought him to his fathers house, and told him she would come back to get him. She never did. Clayton loved his father, until he got re-married, to his new step-mother, Carmen. Clayton endured a horrible fate. They wrapped in a wire fence and locked it with chains, so he couldn’t sit down. Then, they locked him inside of the closet, the hot, dark, airless closet. Sometimes they didn’t feed him for more then 24 hours at a time. He ate the paper of the floor, and walls of the closet. Sometimes, they gave him food, coated with burning sauce, and no water. When he had to go to the bathroom, he had to go on himself, then his ‘parents’ would rub his poo on his face, sometimes getting in his mouth. When he tried screaming to get out, his father would open the closet, and pee on him. Sometimes taking a cup of pee, and pouring it over his head. Other times, they would shove dish soap into his mouth. And leave it there without rinsing it out. The little boy would beg and scream to be free. One person heard his screams, and she, too, was a child. The little boys step-sister, who would take him out of the closet and feed him, when there parents left. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She ran away. Carmen, her step-mother, alerted the police of where she might be hiding. They found her. She begged them not to take her back, also telling him what they have been doing to Clayton. After months of this happening, the parents were only sentenced 4 & 1/2 year in prison. Clayton’s father, was released after 6 months. Carmen, after 2 years. Repost if you’re against child abuse.

20110420 @ Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Someday, everything will make sense. Laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears & remind yourself that everything happens for a reason.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Blowing out someones candles won't make yours shine any brighter.
Stop hating.

Life Is Full Of Little Pricks
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
You get all emotional and tense about it?
you go with the flow of things?
Or You think about it, yet choose to not get caught up in it?
I chose to go with the flow.
It sometimes hurts, but well doesn't everything to everyone?
Others though, got too caught up in it. Too caught up in my life.
People know that my days may be numbered.
But you don't have to remind me everyday, I do what I do to forget.
Not for you to remind me.
Not like I wouldn't remember the fact that I'm dying.
Though, I can't seem to make sense of what difference would it make?
Inside, I died at birth.
I may be breathing, but I'm not breathing.
Feeling but not knowing what emotions are.
Thinking yet without a concience.
Ironic isn't it?
Trying to save a life, that doesn't want saving.
I'm not saying i want to die.
I'm saying that I'm not afraid of death.
Ironic isn't it?
That when word gets out that one person is dying, everyone else seems to reveal a deep dark secret that they're dying too.
Just proves that everyone, including me.
We're all selfish in different ways.
We all lie.
We all have secrets.
We all feel uncared for, though the people closest to us care.
We all have made mistakes.
We've all felt like there couldn't be anything worse.
Truth is, no matter what happens....
There's always someone who's got it better, and someone who's got it worse.
Be grateful for that, even though It may just be the bitter truth.
If the world ended today, would you be proud of yourself?
sayonara,
M .
-drunken words are sober thoughts-
Appreciation
20110413 @ Wednesday, April 13, 2011
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
I really have no idea what to say right now.
Koreans are here. Lee Donghae, Lee Minwoo and the sister.... 'whatshername'
Don't you ever wonder how people feel?
It's a constant wonder to me.
The human mind.
I took pictures of them, theyre so comel.
:)
Anyway, people are starting to know too much.
Is that a good thing?
Hmmm.
Feelings. What are they really?
Trying to live the life of a psychopath, it's hard.
The human mind, wonderful thing.
They had a thingy going on in school....where all the colleges come and i dont know, talk about theyre courses.
I kept looking for Performing Arts and Psychology. :)
Thats it for now.
-insert ramblings here-
Lesson of the day. Appreciate every single feeling you have.
sayonara,
M .
-drunken words are sober thoughts-
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Difference
20110411 @ Monday, April 11, 2011
People are starting to act differently.
People I once knew oh-so well, don't tell me things anymore, in fact you seem to barely talk to me.
You keep saying no one cares.
So why the hell do you think I stayed back those days?
I could have caught some sleep if I just went home cause I didnt care.
I may not care, but I care.
You get me?!
you dont. no one does.
I've tried. I really have.
You just don't know how it feels like.
To feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again.
You don't know how it feels like being me.
sayonara,
M .
-drunken words are sober thoughts-

Difference
Monday, April 11, 2011
People are starting to act differently.
People I once knew oh-so well, don't tell me things anymore, in fact you seem to barely talk to me.
You keep saying no one cares.
So why the hell do you think I stayed back those days?
I could have caught some sleep if I just went home cause I didnt care.
I may not care, but I care.
You get me?!
you dont. no one does.
I've tried. I really have.
You just don't know how it feels like.
To feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again.
You don't know how it feels like being me.
sayonara,
M .
-drunken words are sober thoughts-