Sometimes I hate life. This sick, twisted thing that I have to live. Because no one else can understand someone else's mind. No one can fully understand how they think. Understand the things that are TRUELY important to a person. Something that might seem igsignificant to one person is the most presious thing in the world to another. Something very dear is being taken away from me. It's being stolen by those who see it as a mear 'toy.' And, of course, no one listens to a child. If you are under 21 then your imput doesn't even matter. You don't know anything. The 'adults' can do whatever they please. After all, what on earth are you going to do to them? They're high above you and have some magical 'athority' over you. And so, I must lose my most presious thing because I cannot fight back. Do I really have to hang my head in submission? Isn't there something I can do? I'm just an insignificant human child how must bow under this invisible power. God I hate it.
Such a cruel and horrid world.
~YinYang
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Your right if I tell someone the truth I can't fully say what I think because there might be something wrong or weird. It's not my thoughts wander to much.
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