How is it that one person's RANT can be others' interest when it is clearly stated by one that one person's RANT is never interesting.
I'm no Luke and can hardly write what he does but people express themselves differently. That makes them unique. And this uniqueness is prominent in some people. Apparently not me. Oh well.
Spent my Friday missing gym and going to that jetty again. Pictures can paint a thousand words right? Unfortunately the school laptop does not allow me to upload the pictures, everyone will have to wait.
Thanx for making me feel better. Well, a little better although I still feel sucky. Somehow when I sit in this classroom, I slowly feel my brain cells clamming together and evaporating, slowly seeping out through my scalp leaving my head an empty shell. "HELLO! ANYONE IN THERE?!" *echo*
I know I'm guilty of being selfish at times but it annoys me to know that someone who is guily of the same crime dispises selfish people and are selfish themselves. Contradictory but we're all human. You know how people can sometimes annoy you at the slightest things they do no matter how close they are to you? Yes. Imagine you plan and do all you can for an event and you don't get to see the result, morever, you were drawn away by an (personal feeling) uneventful meeting which could have been, possibly, summarised in 2 minutes! No farther elaboration. Ask me about it. Those imageries are said to be as bad as the doing but vivid imaginations are rather unbearable and shall I say, unstoppable.
She sat there pining in the grey. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear, there was nothing. Nothing but the walls that surround her, encompassing her and her mind in the darkness that filled the void. A piece of paper floated for a moment and descended in front of her. It gave off a little illumination in that blackness, its white - sickening. With clammy hands she picked up the paper to see what was on it. Instantly, the paper collapsed in a heap of ash as dark as the surroundings. She continued to sit there, waiting in faith, not knowing the purpose of it all.
The world as you know it could collapse any moment. There are those times where you feel this way and you just wish that the second coming of Christ would be now,
or now
or now. I need to escape. Escape to a place where I can find complete peace in Christ that I may not rely on man, that Love itself would rein in me so I may be perfect. From where I can find myself and never long for the favour of man!
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