reading the darkside today, sliced at my normally cool and composed self. I don't me a nick at it, it tore me from pelvic bone to nap of my neck.
So many bad memories, so many things I wish I could help with. So many people suffering in silence, often over false images in magazines, or from a disorder that is simple to treat.
Not many things rip rangrz apart like that, and if I made an ass of my self. I am sorry. But it was a punch of emotion and sadness that compared to very few others.
So I will try every day, to make some small, positive change. One more burden on my weary shoulders, but one I would rather take on the fluff off.
I don't care if I'm a spook, viewed as a sciopathic tool of the goverment by most. It aint true, we too have feelings, we're not sciopaths. I don't care if i'm a tweaker. Once again viewed as just violent, mean people. No, we feel too. I am whatever you say I am. But I know who I really am. The things that I feel and care about. The things that bring me to tears, and the acts I am capable of doing, if the need should occur. Fuck the labels of the general public. I'm still human, even if they are blinded to it.
Just writing shit out helps sometimes. Even if its hard to understand for anyone else. My life has been fucked up in a million ways and not many would understand 100%, just as I can not understand others 100% but I can offer my compassion. Maybe sometimes, others could do the same for the type of people they might not get?
So many bad memories, so many things I wish I could help with. So many people suffering in silence, often over false images in magazines, or from a disorder that is simple to treat.
Not many things rip rangrz apart like that, and if I made an ass of my self. I am sorry. But it was a punch of emotion and sadness that compared to very few others.
So I will try every day, to make some small, positive change. One more burden on my weary shoulders, but one I would rather take on the fluff off.
I don't care if I'm a spook, viewed as a sciopathic tool of the goverment by most. It aint true, we too have feelings, we're not sciopaths. I don't care if i'm a tweaker. Once again viewed as just violent, mean people. No, we feel too. I am whatever you say I am. But I know who I really am. The things that I feel and care about. The things that bring me to tears, and the acts I am capable of doing, if the need should occur. Fuck the labels of the general public. I'm still human, even if they are blinded to it.
Just writing shit out helps sometimes. Even if its hard to understand for anyone else. My life has been fucked up in a million ways and not many would understand 100%, just as I can not understand others 100% but I can offer my compassion. Maybe sometimes, others could do the same for the type of people they might not get?
