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I tend not to tell of myself, because it gives reasoning to those who will judge you. I do not tell my age, all because of the fact that if you’re too old you’re a perverse predator preying on the minds of those who are infantile, and if you’re too young you are classified as a naive youth who is none knowing. I'm vague and I tend to prefer it, there's not any mystery left in the world. I also believe less really appreciates the world around them, and take advantage of everything, and expect to be handed all in life.

Many people judge and try to reform people based on their beliefs, I believe however in free opinion that whether it’s the right choice or the wrong choice, it’s your choice and that there is what makes you an individual. I don’t care whether you worship Satan or drink blood, that’s your choice and we and society have no right to try to change it. I greatly dislike people who judge others, and that’s a major principle of mine. I am always constantly flocked with question’s and assumptions that I’m a gothic, I however think labels are nonsense, but am human and do label myself as all do. You can’t truly label a person without first truly getting to know them. I very much like the gothic scene as many do, but wouldn’t really call myself gothic, I would just call my label, me. Many people do automatically assume I’m one of the occult or worship Darks Gods, when in fact I’m more of a philosopher and believe in different aspects and thoughts gathered on certain things in which I believe in. I'm more of a Theoist if anything at all.


Also I cannot allow this to not be brought up, Emo’s as people tend to label them or whomever doe’s this, cutting. I mind you that Emo is short for Emotional, which everyone is. I’m very much so distressed that people go around saying there suicidal and or cut themselves. When they either do it to look cool or some how in a twisted way it has become the new fashion trend, or they say they do as for attention but truly the wrong attention. They do this as all fun and game’s, but then when they do people dearly try to help them or worry about them, and thinking their help is to no avail wait till you kill yourself. Then you don’t and it just further more angers those who try to help and both care for and love you. As this trend continues on, more people don’t take it serious and eventually doe’s not believe anyone. What these people do not understand is that this is a serious problem and should not be taken so frivolously. Really you can’t tell anymore whether it is one with a truly serious problem that seeks aid, or an imposter that seeks attention.

People are suicidal or harm themselves because of problems they have in their life, issues they need help with and when they have the courage to seek help for it, they are shot down and no one believes them. All this because people think it’s cool to cry wolf about this. When they then have no where else to turn and no one believes them, they think they can end it all, and they do.


I HOPE YOU THAT LIE ABOUT THIS ISSUE AND TAKE SO UNCONSCIENTIOUSLY ARE HAPPY THAT YOU WHERE THE DEATH OF THESE PEOPLE IN DIRE NEED OF HELP! YOU ARE RESPONDSIABLE FOR THEIR DEATHS AND LET YOU THINK ABOUT THAT NEXT TIME, LET YOU THINK ABOUT THOSE PEOPLE WHO DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!



Well besides my rambling’s I’m generally quiet, and tend to be alone, I prefer it mostly since being none actually can relate to me. I’m lost inside myself, hiding and I don’t want to come out. I hide behind the shade of image, a blurred one at that, but nevertheless inside myself where I won’t be alone, and where I am at the same time.


I have a loving family, and one’s who love me and yet I still feel trapped inside myself, coldly, bitterly alone. Always in the corner of my mind away from the reality of my life, holding my knees, swaying back and forth in own little retreat, my haven, my Eden. I have no reason to hide inside myself, but I do as some type of impulse or trepidation, I can’t help but to do it.


                             ALONE
                       by Edgar Allan Poe
                             1830
            _____________________

            From childhood's hour I have not been
            As others were; I have not seen
            As others saw; I could not bring
            My passions from a common spring.
            From the same source I have not taken
            My sorrow; I could not awaken
            My heart to joy at the same tone;
            And all I loved, I loved alone.
            Then–in my childhood, in the dawn
            Of a most stormy life–was drawn
            From every depth of good and ill
            The mystery which binds me still:
            From the torrent, or the fountain,
            From the red cliff of the mountain,
            From the sun that round me rolled
            In its autumn tint of gold,
            From the lightning in the sky
            As it passed me flying by,
            From the thunder and the storm,
            And the cloud that took the form
            (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
            Of a demon in my view.



That poem happens to be my favorite, and in a way best describes me
                       as whole…alone










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  • BoneScraperSin on December 5, 2005
    ...... Hmmmmmmmm... interesting.
  • Plastiqq. on October 19, 2005
    mmk...i just thought i might stop to say hello and tell you that your overwhelming knowledge of the world and the whole concept of "suicidal people" is so unbelieveable true...there is content in the way people vbeiw themselves as "cutters" because they do it for attention...people in the chatter box tend to brag about it and do it as an action in the asterisks....it's ridiculous the amount of attention whores there are, but it does need to be recognized as a problem...i love how your page is and how it describes the way you feel about issues that need to be seen as over rated....Welsome to AP

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