Humans are a violent race and are always feuding. It’s like a brother and sister fighting. They are in the same family though they dislike each other so much. Fighting in itself is so stupid. Many know that already and they know right. We can never stop fighting, it’s in our human blood to just rival against ourselves.

Back to the fact of the matter. The world is boring. If I do want my life to mean something. I want there to be a reason or I want something to give me a reason to enjoy this life. Stories provide such great story, why can’t our lives have our own individual wonderful story. I haven’t talked this over with anyone, but they would most likely respond in that you have to make your own brilliant story, but it’s so hard. The kind of wonderful thing I’m thinking of isn’t say an amazing movie coming out next Summer, but I mean something… amazing. I can’t really explain it. Maybe say getting Superpowers, haha. Just something that would make my world not so ordinary.

Nothing like that will happen to me at least.

In a way, they are both related, they keep us distracted.
In a way, we all hate them inside.

An example would be if some girl asked you to a dance, and say you didn’t like this girl.  Nothing against her, nothing for her… she’s just some girl.  What do you say to this invitation?
Do you respectfully decline?
Do you accept out of guilt?
Do you crush her?
or
Do you just not answer?

All four of those things and more run through your head everyday, even if it wasn’t for specifically a dance.  We hate it, I know I do.  I want to choose an answer FOR ME, but I do not want to suffer the consequences of her.  It’s just something we’re somewhat stuck on.  Choices.  Life is confusing, you never know what is going to happen next.  I guess you never actually know until you live it, and you don’t live it if you don’t make risks.  You have all probably heard that one before, but some just don’t experience it.  They play the safe side, they drive with traffic, they don’t take the crazy intense back road.

So, take that crazy intense back road.  Make choices and never regret, because you’ll learn, you’ll experience, you’ll thrive…

Nice first post title huh?

Well, I sometimes have these sudden urges to say… write about whatever comes into this dazzling yet random mind of mine. I guess I’ll just bust out with something random.

Blog posts.

Blog posts, to me were something to get the things on my mind, onto something that could be seen to the public. I like showing my feelings to the public, because well it gives them some drama to hold onto… and, it also gets those horrible things off my mind, knowing that someone may have sympathy and if they were say gutsy enough, post a comment saying their sympathetic stuff. I began blogging and blogging until people, random people, were reading my stuff. Student’s parents ended up find my blog on their child’s web history, the classic parent invasion, and them being parents, got all mad and pissy that their child was reading this teenage garbage.

A teacher at my school found out about my blog once. On the blog, I wrote about how much he was baggin’ on me. I ended up loading a whole bunch of shit about him on my blog. Since he knew about it, he confronted me at school saying that he knew about my blog, and that he didn’t mean those things to be mean. He meant for them to show that he did like me as a student… and me being the teen I am, jumped to instant conclusions instead of listening to friends that were saying that he was just messing around with me.

Wow. I do get off topic a lot.

Back to this blog topic.
Blogging does do things for me, and for a lot of people. Not just blogging, but getting your thoughts into the public, writing your feelings down in a journal, informing anyone about whats in your mind. The problem with most bloggers, like myself, is that they want people to read their stuff, and they’ll do what it takes to get that traffic they want.

That’s how so many got to know about my old blog. I forced the link into peoples minds, I brainwashed them into coming to my blog everyday to read about my rants, feelings, and mishaps. Teenage minds feed on say the drama at school, what’s happening in the lives of other people… they don’t know it, and if they do they say they “hate it”, but deep down inside they love to read that stuff, and that “stuff” is what I was feeding them, I wasn’t thinking about that blog as a journal anymore… I was thinking of it as a burden, and as a gossip informer, and as something that I wanted to succeed. That project then backfired, and that’s a story on its own.

I blog, because I have the urge to tell the public of what I’m thinking. I just have to keep that thing away, the thing that makes me want attention, the thing that makes me want to just plain get that attention, the thing that makes me want other people to read my journal.
I’ll just let people naturally come to this thing known as Miscellaneous Nonsense.
I’ll just let people read what’s on my mind.
No matter how random it is.
No matter how wise it is.
No matter how stupid it is.
No matter how weird it is.

And if she is reading this.
I love you.
And I’m only writing this because it supplies that urge.
Not because I can’t talk to you, because I can.
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