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Why are we afraid of what we haven't experienced?

You're not afraid of god you're afraid of religion

You're not afraid of love you're afraid of desperation

You're not afraid of death you're afraid of life

You're not afraid of falling you're afraid of sinking

You're not afraid of being yourself you're afraid of judgment

You're not afraid to rebel you're afraid of consequences

You're not afraid of failing you're afraid of starting over

Fear drives the car into the wall. Fear collides your life and end together.

So I sit here and continue to fear my fears because once one has a fear you can't just fear that fear away it stays in your mind and contains your thoughts. It's not easy to clear your mind believe me I would've already cleaned my slate a billion times if I could.

I don't say this to erase your soul from hope.

But, sinking doesn't always float my boat.

So, do we even know what our fears truly are?

I've never sunk, died, been consumed by a spider etc. Yet we are afraid of those things. How?

Fears shouldn't exist because what if dying is peaceful? What if its actually enjoyable? It might actually be. Finally starting a new chapter of our lives and not just enduring this hell we call earth.

Fears doesn't exist its just our imaginations running wildly into the ground. Running to the song of doubt and pessimisticness. 

I Miss Him (bricks)

This is a crisis.
My foundation falls.
My brick wall tumbles.
My heart explodes.
My mind repeats.
My tears agree to gravity.
My mascara stings mine own skin.
My hands begin to rumble.
My throat holds the tears back.
The world stops and stares.
Reminisce.
Think of the beauty that came about because of him.
The childhood long ago that gave us freedom.
The chance to become best friends.
The teachings he taught me by example that lead my happy life.
I love him.
And now he's gone.
They take them all away they do.
I swear of it.
 

Death Questions

What do we do when were dead? Do we stay in our bodies uncommunicative and sketch out boring games in our minds while laying in a coffin forever? Do we travel to heaven and lose our bodies and talk in spirit?

What if I were to die tomorrow or the next? Would I stay this way forever? this age for eternity?

If there was a heaven what would I do? Would I enjoy life in the same place forever? Would I make a world for other people like god did for us?

What if we didn't even live after we died? What if everything just went dark and we actually just died? like really died.

I don't even know all the questions and answers but I hope I made you think a little.

what I feel like doing when I'm depressed:

• Drive my car to some remote park and sit and read: so I can escape this world and maybe live in another just for some time.
• Call my best friend. I will talk to no one else.
• Eat junk.
• Sleep for excessive amounts of time.
• Cry for no specific reason.
• Shop with either by myself or just with my best friend.
• People watch.
• Clean my room because I get stressed out if its not clean even though its not clean most of the time so yes, that makes me stressed out all the time.
• Watch the notebook and eat ice cream. Cookie dough is preferred.
• Avoid everyone.

LOVE

Love either takes you to hell or happiness ,but nevertheless it takes you somewhere. Love takes you to the airport and makes you fly away. Fly away so that you have no foundation anymore just a thin guard. Love takes off and makes your stomach fuzzy. Love then gets you high; higher and higher till you're next to the stars. Then you stay there: you stay there for what feels like forever. Love then wears head phones and listens only to what it wants to. Love pays extra for the Pepsi soda even though love prefers coke. Love starts its decline towards reality. Love lands and realizes either they are in hell or happiness. Then, Love stays there.

Be nice, think twice

friend:

noun

1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: friends of the boston's
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: Who goes there? Friend or foe?

I looked up the definition of a friend just so I could see what the expectations are you have as a friend. I have always had trouble with friends. I guess I just suck at picking friends or something but I wish I could keep one. I wish that I could be a better friend most of the time too.

 

Seeing these characteristics of a friend its really not hard to be one. All you have to be is nice and maybe lend a few dollars here and there. You don't have to be everyone's best friend but try to be everyone's friend. You never know what kind of suckish things people are enduring right now but just try to brighten their day.

 

I guess I'm just sore because I wish someone would do that for me. But, its okay I forgive you.

 

In a way I enjoy my time alone. I enjoy driving myself to Ikea and redecorating my whole room just for the heck of it by myself. I enjoy third wheeling hard core at a concert. I love getting to school and walking the halls because there is no place for me in the social commons area. 

 

I like spending time alone because I can accept myself. I've learned as long as I accept myself I don't care what others think of me. Maybe that's why I can't keep friends because I don't care what they think of me or what anyone thinks of me. Whatever it is I hope people can look beyond that flaw of mine.  

 

I'm not the best person to take friend advice from because I can't keep a friend for more than a year or so but in some ways I think you should take my advice because I've learned a lot through having that many different friends. Always listen to someone who is telling you to be nice.

 

Spread the love yo

 

-suzy

growth kills creativity (crayons)

When we were young with innocent minds creativity was the glue to our lives. Acceptance was not an issue and charming others was simple. I wish that was the case now-a-days.

Society murdered creativity. Judging, grading, and favoring others work is the essentially the complication. Everyone wants to be good at everything; Everyone wants to be accepted. I hate to break it to you but no one is ever going to fully accept you. So, why do you care about what others think of you?  If you want your creativity  back start by doing what you love despite what any one else believes.

You can not learn creativity as much as teachers say they can teach you they can't. Creativity comes from you it comes from within. Look inside of you and see what you love; see what you can create. We're all made different so start acting different.

-Thanks

I like shoe too.

I'm Here

I'm here, I'm here on earth with the other billions of people. I wake up with the other billions of people. I eat just as the other billions of people on this earth do. I blink just as they do. I breathe just as they all do. I will die just as we all do.

Regardless, I know I'm different. No one loves like I do. No one sings to the radio the way I do. No one dreams like I do. No one has my same opinion about everything.

I am human, you are a human. We are no robots. Everyone has a story to discover. Everyone has a mask to uncover. We need to look inside people. When you truly accept and discover someone the more you learn to love them. If you want the equation for a happy life. Learn about people, open up to people. Create an interesting life for yourself. All you need is love.

I'm here, I'm here on earth with the other billions of people. But I love it. I love waking up in the mornings and doing what I love. I love waking up in the mornings and increasing my education. I love waking up in the mornings and meeting new people. Just love, love life.