what do you do when everything changes?
dont know what anything is anymore
dont know whats right
am i making the right choice?
huge step eh?
choices are:
live at home, no dating, computers, tv, friends, phone...
or move
my mum called me a sex addicted alchoholic...
what do you say to that?
comment please!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
how do i say that im scared
me... the one who everyone sees as tough
i hate feeling weak...
cause every time i do show weakness i get hurt.
hes a great guy... but most wont approve.
so what do i do.
aparently the answer is...
i fall for him
even though everything is up in the air
even though i might just end up getting hurt.
but im sick of missing chances cause of fear.
i dont know what to do
id do anything to make you smile.
to take away your pain.
i hope you know that.
another song.
working on guitar...
the normal.
i guess im happy, cause she is gone.
but all i care about right now is you... i want you to be okay.
me... the one who everyone sees as tough
i hate feeling weak...
cause every time i do show weakness i get hurt.
hes a great guy... but most wont approve.
so what do i do.
aparently the answer is...
i fall for him
even though everything is up in the air
even though i might just end up getting hurt.
but im sick of missing chances cause of fear.
i dont know what to do
id do anything to make you smile.
to take away your pain.
i hope you know that.
another song.
working on guitar...
the normal.
i guess im happy, cause she is gone.
but all i care about right now is you... i want you to be okay.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
why?
things make me wonder...
what is real
and what is fake
what does one do with all the questions that cant be asked?
what do i say to you?
how do tell you everything im unable to?
what is the answer?
im so confused
about everything
except a few things
a few things make sense.
theres a layer of uncertanty...
but not total doubt.
we'll see how things turn out.
Shadowstich
what is real
and what is fake
what does one do with all the questions that cant be asked?
what do i say to you?
how do tell you everything im unable to?
what is the answer?
im so confused
about everything
except a few things
a few things make sense.
theres a layer of uncertanty...
but not total doubt.
we'll see how things turn out.
Shadowstich
personal response
Personal Response, Blogger Style.
Blog post 271: Memories
June 3rd.
It’s Thursday. The day everything changed. I graduate tomorrow, but all I can think about is today. Yes I am worried about tomorrow. What if I trip? What if I’m not called? What if..? I question too much. What is so important about today? A chunk of my past was revealed to my parents. Something I never wanted them to find out. Something that I had blocked out of my mind for a few years, and then kept hidden in the back of my mind for the next three. How does one block something from their mind? I’m not sure… Those memories are too painful for me to handle sometimes. And yet the events of the past have shaped me today. Yet, the pain from remembering won’t quite reach the pain of seeing the look on their faces. Their reactions… They both didn’t say a word… then they asked for details. I wouldn’t give them the details. Yes I know the basics of what happened… but I don’t want to remember everything. If I could remember everything clearly… would that change anything? Would I be able to tell them? I’m not sure. I remember my dad, speaking clearly “if you don’t give us details… we won’t believe you.” I couldn’t tell them. They kicked me out of the appointment with the psychologist.
I will never forget this day.
Cause today? Is the day that I learnt that I couldn’t rely on my parents for help or support. I learnt that random strangers will go out of their way to help when they see someone crying. I learnt that when I went off crying and hid in the computer lab… that people who didn’t know me, didn’t have any reason to care… were trying to find me, to keep me safe.
These memories will live with me forever.
This reminds me of the excerpt: Four Letters of Love. The author who wrote that went through the same thing. Watching as something is said that completely changes life. The lines fit so accurately to mine. Yes the situation is different. But the result is the same. “Then, my head resting on fists, I sat and listened to the end of my childhood.” That is a line from the novel. And yet it is identical to how I felt. Do we hold on to everything we can? Even what hurts? Do we hold on to the events that change our lives even if we don’t want to?
Yes, because we have to. We have to live through everything, and hold on to everything. Why? Because even if remembering something now doesn’t seem important… it will be 20 years from now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for caring. Shadowstich
Blog post 272: Graduation
June 9th
I have been thinking a lot about the past. Memories. I graduated recently. I don’t think I will ever forget that day. The principle telling us that we technically did not graduate, that we still could fail. Our principle is a great guy… but his speeches are the most depressing things I have heard. You could see everyone’s self esteem floating away. I watched as name after name was called, as the choir sang out, as my friend played piano, as the people cheered. These details will fade away, but the general idea will always be here.
I have been thinking about the past a lot.
In grade 10 I started this blog because of a friend. And I can read back to then…
I went from a scared little kid who thought life was hopeless… to this, a more self assured almost adult. My blog is both where I share my life, and store my memories.
Reading some of the posts make me remember so much… stuff long forgotten.
The lines “I miss you, love you, hate you, but still I thank you” they went something like that. And I remember everything that happened those days. Like The smell of the rain as I sat in the center of a field that was reduced to cinder from a fire. Did you know you had such an impact on me? That you still are in my mind and memories?
The truth is… I still miss you, I still think about you… I use the memories, the lessons that you taught me… and with them I make my future.
Good job on graduating. Shadowstich.
Blog post 273:
June 13th
My first final exam: English 30-1 was today. The question for the personal response struck me deeply. You know how focused on memories I have been? The question was “what do these texts suggest to you about the significance of our memory of the past.” All I could think about was everything I have been writing about for the last while. The texts suggested how important it is to hold on to our memories. There is a brochure about an archival place.
This blog is where I archive important things. I believe that as an individual and a collective whole, we must do everything to keep our memories and out pasts, to remember them, learn from them, but not dwell in the past. Our past is what has shaped us, got us to this point of life. I believe that we must never let go of the past, both the good and bad, because… what is the point of doing something if you don’t use the experiences to further ones self. That is the significance of out memories of the past. Learning, shaping ones self, moving on, but never forgetting what has happened.
Yes I am writing about an English final, because it made me think. Hello to me, 20 years from now, reading this, looking back at life, remembering the past, but living in the now. I know I will read this. Because it is important to remember, to look back for a moment, just for a moment mind you, and see what has shaped the person who one has become.
Remember to remember even when you want to forget.
Shadowstich.
(ps this is my english response, no i dont have a time machine, all was written today)
Blog post 271: Memories
June 3rd.
It’s Thursday. The day everything changed. I graduate tomorrow, but all I can think about is today. Yes I am worried about tomorrow. What if I trip? What if I’m not called? What if..? I question too much. What is so important about today? A chunk of my past was revealed to my parents. Something I never wanted them to find out. Something that I had blocked out of my mind for a few years, and then kept hidden in the back of my mind for the next three. How does one block something from their mind? I’m not sure… Those memories are too painful for me to handle sometimes. And yet the events of the past have shaped me today. Yet, the pain from remembering won’t quite reach the pain of seeing the look on their faces. Their reactions… They both didn’t say a word… then they asked for details. I wouldn’t give them the details. Yes I know the basics of what happened… but I don’t want to remember everything. If I could remember everything clearly… would that change anything? Would I be able to tell them? I’m not sure. I remember my dad, speaking clearly “if you don’t give us details… we won’t believe you.” I couldn’t tell them. They kicked me out of the appointment with the psychologist.
I will never forget this day.
Cause today? Is the day that I learnt that I couldn’t rely on my parents for help or support. I learnt that random strangers will go out of their way to help when they see someone crying. I learnt that when I went off crying and hid in the computer lab… that people who didn’t know me, didn’t have any reason to care… were trying to find me, to keep me safe.
These memories will live with me forever.
This reminds me of the excerpt: Four Letters of Love. The author who wrote that went through the same thing. Watching as something is said that completely changes life. The lines fit so accurately to mine. Yes the situation is different. But the result is the same. “Then, my head resting on fists, I sat and listened to the end of my childhood.” That is a line from the novel. And yet it is identical to how I felt. Do we hold on to everything we can? Even what hurts? Do we hold on to the events that change our lives even if we don’t want to?
Yes, because we have to. We have to live through everything, and hold on to everything. Why? Because even if remembering something now doesn’t seem important… it will be 20 years from now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for caring. Shadowstich
Blog post 272: Graduation
June 9th
I have been thinking a lot about the past. Memories. I graduated recently. I don’t think I will ever forget that day. The principle telling us that we technically did not graduate, that we still could fail. Our principle is a great guy… but his speeches are the most depressing things I have heard. You could see everyone’s self esteem floating away. I watched as name after name was called, as the choir sang out, as my friend played piano, as the people cheered. These details will fade away, but the general idea will always be here.
I have been thinking about the past a lot.
In grade 10 I started this blog because of a friend. And I can read back to then…
I went from a scared little kid who thought life was hopeless… to this, a more self assured almost adult. My blog is both where I share my life, and store my memories.
Reading some of the posts make me remember so much… stuff long forgotten.
The lines “I miss you, love you, hate you, but still I thank you” they went something like that. And I remember everything that happened those days. Like The smell of the rain as I sat in the center of a field that was reduced to cinder from a fire. Did you know you had such an impact on me? That you still are in my mind and memories?
The truth is… I still miss you, I still think about you… I use the memories, the lessons that you taught me… and with them I make my future.
Good job on graduating. Shadowstich.
Blog post 273:
June 13th
My first final exam: English 30-1 was today. The question for the personal response struck me deeply. You know how focused on memories I have been? The question was “what do these texts suggest to you about the significance of our memory of the past.” All I could think about was everything I have been writing about for the last while. The texts suggested how important it is to hold on to our memories. There is a brochure about an archival place.
This blog is where I archive important things. I believe that as an individual and a collective whole, we must do everything to keep our memories and out pasts, to remember them, learn from them, but not dwell in the past. Our past is what has shaped us, got us to this point of life. I believe that we must never let go of the past, both the good and bad, because… what is the point of doing something if you don’t use the experiences to further ones self. That is the significance of out memories of the past. Learning, shaping ones self, moving on, but never forgetting what has happened.
Yes I am writing about an English final, because it made me think. Hello to me, 20 years from now, reading this, looking back at life, remembering the past, but living in the now. I know I will read this. Because it is important to remember, to look back for a moment, just for a moment mind you, and see what has shaped the person who one has become.
Remember to remember even when you want to forget.
Shadowstich.
(ps this is my english response, no i dont have a time machine, all was written today)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
so my parents found out about things.
about my past
and now i cant talk to them... they are SO mad
i dont know what to do. they kicked me out of the psycology meeting
and they wonder why i didnt tell them?
cause i knew they would react this way
its not that i dont trust them
its that they didn't need to know
and now they do
and i really want to kill myself.
too blunt?
probably
i wont.
but i want to
cause i dont know how to face them
cause they will never understand...
and i cant just explain everything to them
cause i dont remember the EXACT details about that event
i kinda dont want to
and i dont want to explain every little thing to them
i dont know what to do.
i dont want to go home
i graduate tomorrow
and i hate my life
about my past
and now i cant talk to them... they are SO mad
i dont know what to do. they kicked me out of the psycology meeting
and they wonder why i didnt tell them?
cause i knew they would react this way
its not that i dont trust them
its that they didn't need to know
and now they do
and i really want to kill myself.
too blunt?
probably
i wont.
but i want to
cause i dont know how to face them
cause they will never understand...
and i cant just explain everything to them
cause i dont remember the EXACT details about that event
i kinda dont want to
and i dont want to explain every little thing to them
i dont know what to do.
i dont want to go home
i graduate tomorrow
and i hate my life
Thursday, May 20, 2010
so much complication latley.
with last night.
yesterday was a pretty rad day for the most part...
hung out with a really awesome boy and stole his hoodie.
went to my band concert, and wore the hoodie under my suit for the first half of the concert.
I dont know why... but it really helped calm me down.
but yeah... durring the concert i was sitting next to a friend who had been avoiding me since the band trip.
and well... durring intermition... im still not quite sure exactly what happened, it was kinda a blurr... cause one moment we're talking, then we hug, then he pushed me against the wall and kissed me.
he knows im with someone else.
although that didnt stop me once......
but it did this time.
http://concessioncomic.com/index.php?pid=20100516
that comic... describes things fairly well.
well... i dont love him... i think. my boyfriend i mean.
i dunno. after last time... im terified to love someone that way, let alone tell them. but i care about him a fair bit.
and i want to stay with him.
and stay loyal.
what i should note due to the comic is... im normally very loyal, but i dont want to go into that.
wow... for once i dont know what else to say
with last night.
yesterday was a pretty rad day for the most part...
hung out with a really awesome boy and stole his hoodie.
went to my band concert, and wore the hoodie under my suit for the first half of the concert.
I dont know why... but it really helped calm me down.
but yeah... durring the concert i was sitting next to a friend who had been avoiding me since the band trip.
and well... durring intermition... im still not quite sure exactly what happened, it was kinda a blurr... cause one moment we're talking, then we hug, then he pushed me against the wall and kissed me.
he knows im with someone else.
although that didnt stop me once......
but it did this time.
http://concessioncomic.com/index.php?pid=20100516
that comic... describes things fairly well.
well... i dont love him... i think. my boyfriend i mean.
i dunno. after last time... im terified to love someone that way, let alone tell them. but i care about him a fair bit.
and i want to stay with him.
and stay loyal.
what i should note due to the comic is... im normally very loyal, but i dont want to go into that.
wow... for once i dont know what else to say
i think what i should do... is grab one of my extra mp3 players, put a whole bunch of fun music and give it to someone so he has something to listen to on bus rides.
does anyone read this anymore?
if you do please comment on this and say who you are.
peace.
Shadowstich
does anyone read this anymore?
if you do please comment on this and say who you are.
peace.
Shadowstich
Monday, May 17, 2010
its weird.
i started this blog so long ago.
what has changed?
everything.
right now... i really wish i could ask him out.
but im too afraid to
im over adam... mostly... but all i can think of is:
"but what if he says no"
then i will wonder why...
do i take the risk?
im still not sure
i really wish he would ask me out.
cause the thing is... im terified of being used again
after the last guy.
im so sick of being hurt
if feels like people only see me for sex.
why does it feel like that?
well... the last guy...
and then... right after things ended with the last guy... one of my closest guy friends is all
"you are single now... we should experiment... like fool around... just as friends."
he didnt even care that i was crushed.
i know im a... what did hat one guy call me "a sexual deviant"
i flirt without meaning to.
but if i actually like someone i will be somewhat shy around them sometimes... and want to talk a lot.
im too open sometimes.
guess i got that cause of kingsley.
i dont like people hiding stuff...
sometimes:
i miss being innocent
i miss being sure of life
i miss being sure of myself
i miss running... and martial arts
currently i am listening to this one song... that always breaks my heart just slightly
i cant help but think about things... 2 years ago...
i will admit it... im having a rough patch
im not used to having to face all this pain. anger
they are forign emotions to me.
im not used to having to experiance them.
someday i might explain why.
maybe
everythings changing.
and im trying to embrace it.
please realise that this is me trying to feel better, thats why i blog, for release
that not everything i say i ment to say.
these are also raw emotions... but maybe you'll understand.
i miss you.
Shadowstich
i started this blog so long ago.
what has changed?
everything.
right now... i really wish i could ask him out.
but im too afraid to
im over adam... mostly... but all i can think of is:
"but what if he says no"
then i will wonder why...
do i take the risk?
im still not sure
i really wish he would ask me out.
cause the thing is... im terified of being used again
after the last guy.
im so sick of being hurt
if feels like people only see me for sex.
why does it feel like that?
well... the last guy...
and then... right after things ended with the last guy... one of my closest guy friends is all
"you are single now... we should experiment... like fool around... just as friends."
he didnt even care that i was crushed.
i know im a... what did hat one guy call me "a sexual deviant"
i flirt without meaning to.
but if i actually like someone i will be somewhat shy around them sometimes... and want to talk a lot.
im too open sometimes.
guess i got that cause of kingsley.
i dont like people hiding stuff...
sometimes:
i miss being innocent
i miss being sure of life
i miss being sure of myself
i miss running... and martial arts
currently i am listening to this one song... that always breaks my heart just slightly
i cant help but think about things... 2 years ago...
i will admit it... im having a rough patch
im not used to having to face all this pain. anger
they are forign emotions to me.
im not used to having to experiance them.
someday i might explain why.
maybe
everythings changing.
and im trying to embrace it.
please realise that this is me trying to feel better, thats why i blog, for release
that not everything i say i ment to say.
these are also raw emotions... but maybe you'll understand.
i miss you.
Shadowstich
Monday, May 3, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Tell me (cause i need to know)
Tell me everything you should have said
Tell me what I need to know
Tell me the thoughts going around your head
Tell me before I have to go
Cause its love and its hate
Is it truth, is it fate
Please tell me what im supposed to do
Do I even have a chance or is this just one dance
Please tell me what is true
Tell me boy why do you hesitate
When the bell starts to chime
Cause we both know that we’re running late
And we’ve run out of time
Cause its love and its hate
Is it truth, is it fate
Please tell me what im supposed to do
Do I even have a chance or is this just one dance
Please tell me what is true
Tell me how to say im sorry
Tell me why this doesn’t seem to end
Please tell me you are not sorry
And please tell me you don’t want this to end
Tell me what I need to know
Tell me the thoughts going around your head
Tell me before I have to go
Cause its love and its hate
Is it truth, is it fate
Please tell me what im supposed to do
Do I even have a chance or is this just one dance
Please tell me what is true
Tell me boy why do you hesitate
When the bell starts to chime
Cause we both know that we’re running late
And we’ve run out of time
Cause its love and its hate
Is it truth, is it fate
Please tell me what im supposed to do
Do I even have a chance or is this just one dance
Please tell me what is true
Tell me how to say im sorry
Tell me why this doesn’t seem to end
Please tell me you are not sorry
And please tell me you don’t want this to end
Friday, March 5, 2010
Loss of Hope: Response to “In the Absence of Angles”
This essay speaks to me in quite a few ways. Not so much about Aids, but the loss of hope. There are people who believe that there is some greater being, a god so to say. “God” is supposed to protect you, keep you from harm, and answer your prayers. I still don’t know what to believe, because my prayers have never been answered, and I don’t think anyone is protecting me. Some people have said “he is still watching out for you, he just works in mysterious ways.” If that’s the case, then why am I injured… for the rest of my life? Why did I lose one of the few things that I loved with all my heart?
Let me explain my injury. It’s a groin pull. This is what happened one year and 11 months ago… long time ago it seems. My relatives, my aunt and her son Jason (Sarah was staying at her dads) were staying over. It was approximately two in the morning in April. I was fast asleep on the floor; Jason was sleeping in my loft bed, which is the top part of a bunk bed. To get into the loft bed, one must climb a ladder and then manoeuvre themselves into the bed. There are bars along the side, about half a meter above the mattress. This prevents anyone from falling out of the bed. In the three to four years I have had the bed I have never fallen out. Did I mention that I can’t keep still in my sleep? I move enough that my parents hear the bed rocking and squeaking as if I were doing… something other than sleeping. Even with all my moving, I have NEVER fallen out. Anyways, it’s two am, I am fast asleep. Suddenly I am woken up by something landing on my legs. I twist suddenly, and then BAM… groin pull and second degree hamstring sprain. He jumped. In a cry for attention, Jason resulted in injuring me for life. That’s not all though. Jason claimed that he fell, and my relatives, they believed him. I know that he jumped. If he had fallen out of my bed, he would have cracked his head open on the ladder, and landed on my stomach. Instead he landed on my lower legs in a crouch. According to my grandparents, it is my fault that I got injured, because boys will be boys and jump out of beds, and that I shouldn’t have slept on the floor. So they’re saying one second he fell, next second he jumped. I told my parents what they said. The result? I’m a liar and a snitch for telling the truth. I was 15, he was 12 when it happened.
A lot of people say things like “Oh it will be fine in a year or two.” Do you think I’m exaggerating about it being a life long injury? I wish I was. As I wrote this yesterday, and type this today, I am on codeine and ibuprofen for the pain. Yes, one year and eleven months later I still am in pain. Three days ago I went to the doctor. My groin is easily re-injured, so I am not always in pain, but it never completely heals. The doctors comment… “Groin pull?... I’m sorry… that REALLY sucks. There is nothing at all that we can do… It will take a lifetime to heal. There is no surgery, nothing we can do except give you painkillers and send you back to physiotherapy.” I have been in physiotherapy for two sessions, each one a month long. There I get to have Jen massage my groin, run an electric current through my groin, and pour cold gel on my groin and do an ultrasound. Yes I get to have a stranger’s hands between my legs for an hour every few days during those sessions. It helps… a little, but not enough. Its also one of the most awkward things I have had to go through. Jen is very nice, and I like seeing her, I just wish that I could go without the electric current.
I mentioned that I lost one of the few things I loved with all my heart. That would be martial arts. All my life I have been in Hapkido. It meant everything to me, and I was really good at it. At blue belt, I could spar against black belts. Black belts were 5 belts (and 3-4 years) ahead of me, and I could still do well in fights against them. I’ve lost that. Hapkido was how I distressed, the only place where I had friends through junior high. It gave me something to live for. I used to be able to do point kicks head height, Now… waist height on a good day. I won’t lie; I am still addicted to the adrenalin rush I still miss getting punched in the face. I had to quit Hapkido over a year ago, and I won’t be able to go back. I can’t do sports anymore, except for a select few. I have lost part of my life, my past, and my future. I used to teach Hapkido, I wanted to do it for the rest of my life. I planned on becoming a martial arts instructor.
I know that I sound upset, bitter, and angry. I am. I will get over that. I haven’t given up on life though. I have given up on the concept of a god. I prayed to get better. I prayed for something that could be done. Nothing happened. We must make our own paths, live our own lives. I know I can’t go back to martial arts, running, or any physical activity that I’d enjoy. My thoughts though? Don’t give up. Life is not easy, but it’s worth living. To those who believe, I hope you never lose your faith. As to my plans? I will become an elementary teacher, and I will teach kids that no matter how bleak, hopeless, useless their life seems… that things will get better. Never give up on your dreams.
This essay speaks to me in quite a few ways. Not so much about Aids, but the loss of hope. There are people who believe that there is some greater being, a god so to say. “God” is supposed to protect you, keep you from harm, and answer your prayers. I still don’t know what to believe, because my prayers have never been answered, and I don’t think anyone is protecting me. Some people have said “he is still watching out for you, he just works in mysterious ways.” If that’s the case, then why am I injured… for the rest of my life? Why did I lose one of the few things that I loved with all my heart?
Let me explain my injury. It’s a groin pull. This is what happened one year and 11 months ago… long time ago it seems. My relatives, my aunt and her son Jason (Sarah was staying at her dads) were staying over. It was approximately two in the morning in April. I was fast asleep on the floor; Jason was sleeping in my loft bed, which is the top part of a bunk bed. To get into the loft bed, one must climb a ladder and then manoeuvre themselves into the bed. There are bars along the side, about half a meter above the mattress. This prevents anyone from falling out of the bed. In the three to four years I have had the bed I have never fallen out. Did I mention that I can’t keep still in my sleep? I move enough that my parents hear the bed rocking and squeaking as if I were doing… something other than sleeping. Even with all my moving, I have NEVER fallen out. Anyways, it’s two am, I am fast asleep. Suddenly I am woken up by something landing on my legs. I twist suddenly, and then BAM… groin pull and second degree hamstring sprain. He jumped. In a cry for attention, Jason resulted in injuring me for life. That’s not all though. Jason claimed that he fell, and my relatives, they believed him. I know that he jumped. If he had fallen out of my bed, he would have cracked his head open on the ladder, and landed on my stomach. Instead he landed on my lower legs in a crouch. According to my grandparents, it is my fault that I got injured, because boys will be boys and jump out of beds, and that I shouldn’t have slept on the floor. So they’re saying one second he fell, next second he jumped. I told my parents what they said. The result? I’m a liar and a snitch for telling the truth. I was 15, he was 12 when it happened.
A lot of people say things like “Oh it will be fine in a year or two.” Do you think I’m exaggerating about it being a life long injury? I wish I was. As I wrote this yesterday, and type this today, I am on codeine and ibuprofen for the pain. Yes, one year and eleven months later I still am in pain. Three days ago I went to the doctor. My groin is easily re-injured, so I am not always in pain, but it never completely heals. The doctors comment… “Groin pull?... I’m sorry… that REALLY sucks. There is nothing at all that we can do… It will take a lifetime to heal. There is no surgery, nothing we can do except give you painkillers and send you back to physiotherapy.” I have been in physiotherapy for two sessions, each one a month long. There I get to have Jen massage my groin, run an electric current through my groin, and pour cold gel on my groin and do an ultrasound. Yes I get to have a stranger’s hands between my legs for an hour every few days during those sessions. It helps… a little, but not enough. Its also one of the most awkward things I have had to go through. Jen is very nice, and I like seeing her, I just wish that I could go without the electric current.
I mentioned that I lost one of the few things I loved with all my heart. That would be martial arts. All my life I have been in Hapkido. It meant everything to me, and I was really good at it. At blue belt, I could spar against black belts. Black belts were 5 belts (and 3-4 years) ahead of me, and I could still do well in fights against them. I’ve lost that. Hapkido was how I distressed, the only place where I had friends through junior high. It gave me something to live for. I used to be able to do point kicks head height, Now… waist height on a good day. I won’t lie; I am still addicted to the adrenalin rush I still miss getting punched in the face. I had to quit Hapkido over a year ago, and I won’t be able to go back. I can’t do sports anymore, except for a select few. I have lost part of my life, my past, and my future. I used to teach Hapkido, I wanted to do it for the rest of my life. I planned on becoming a martial arts instructor.
I know that I sound upset, bitter, and angry. I am. I will get over that. I haven’t given up on life though. I have given up on the concept of a god. I prayed to get better. I prayed for something that could be done. Nothing happened. We must make our own paths, live our own lives. I know I can’t go back to martial arts, running, or any physical activity that I’d enjoy. My thoughts though? Don’t give up. Life is not easy, but it’s worth living. To those who believe, I hope you never lose your faith. As to my plans? I will become an elementary teacher, and I will teach kids that no matter how bleak, hopeless, useless their life seems… that things will get better. Never give up on your dreams.
Monday, October 5, 2009
its been way to long since i wrote in this.
right now im currently listning to some pokemon songs...
what i want to do is make a small version of some of the collective themes, so far i have "dragonight takes flight" and "wraped in light" im trying to do "this is my world" and "lugias song"
i love the music
and what im doing is probably not legal
but im doing it to see if i can, and im not selling it... so i guess its ok.
im doing it for piano,
and hopefully i will soon have my own.
the reason i am writing in this now is due to the fact that there are no pianos in the computer lab.
i think i will also add some of the lirical stuff to my piano mix...
what do i have to say...
i wish youd get over yourself... cause maybe the only reason i texted you was because i actually needed your help...
but yeah...
right now im listening to a song that reminds me of someone special named JODIE
who is she...?
a lion... i think... but also one of my best friends.
sometimes we kind of fight, which is usually me more being mad at her... she always wins... cause if shes sad anyone will instantly panics and tries to help her.
the moral of that story, dont be mad at jodie, as you will end up feeling guilty.
if jodie was a pokemon i think shed be a geodude or mew, cause comeon... flying rocks are epic, and shes one of a kind like mew.
girl if your reading this... i love you.
what else is on my mind..?
wow this song is amaizing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2BRmj0LHP8&feature=related
have you ever felt inspired by music?
i constantly do.
oh god...
its
DR BEAT
ARGGGG
i can hear it from in here.
wow... first time in ages where ive actually posted something long.
but i think i want to stop now.
maybe i will write again... maybe...
but at this point i dont need to...
so if you want me to i will.
right now im currently listning to some pokemon songs...
what i want to do is make a small version of some of the collective themes, so far i have "dragonight takes flight" and "wraped in light" im trying to do "this is my world" and "lugias song"
i love the music
and what im doing is probably not legal
but im doing it to see if i can, and im not selling it... so i guess its ok.
im doing it for piano,
and hopefully i will soon have my own.
the reason i am writing in this now is due to the fact that there are no pianos in the computer lab.
i think i will also add some of the lirical stuff to my piano mix...
what do i have to say...
i wish youd get over yourself... cause maybe the only reason i texted you was because i actually needed your help...
but yeah...
right now im listening to a song that reminds me of someone special named JODIE
who is she...?
a lion... i think... but also one of my best friends.
sometimes we kind of fight, which is usually me more being mad at her... she always wins... cause if shes sad anyone will instantly panics and tries to help her.
the moral of that story, dont be mad at jodie, as you will end up feeling guilty.
if jodie was a pokemon i think shed be a geodude or mew, cause comeon... flying rocks are epic, and shes one of a kind like mew.
girl if your reading this... i love you.
what else is on my mind..?
wow this song is amaizing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2BRmj0LHP8&feature=related
have you ever felt inspired by music?
i constantly do.
oh god...
its
DR BEAT
ARGGGG
i can hear it from in here.
wow... first time in ages where ive actually posted something long.
but i think i want to stop now.
maybe i will write again... maybe...
but at this point i dont need to...
so if you want me to i will.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
broken
darkness surrounding, feels like your floundering
trying to reach what you cant see
words you can not say, sant find the way
choking on air you can not breath
corus
and it all falls apart
broken
shattered like my heart
and its all broken
days that never end, keep playng pretend
fighting back tears you can not cry
better left without, all the pain and doubt
before all your hopes just die
chorus
paino
chorus
compleatly unprepared, and just a little scared
trying to make it through the night
lost and all alone, left without a home
stuck between what is wrong and right
corus
and it all falls apart
broken
shattered like my heart
and its all
and it all falls apart
broken
shattered like my heart
and its all broken
so fyi this song has to be sung with piano, cant be done alone, thats why its shhorter
trying to reach what you cant see
words you can not say, sant find the way
choking on air you can not breath
corus
and it all falls apart
broken
shattered like my heart
and its all broken
days that never end, keep playng pretend
fighting back tears you can not cry
better left without, all the pain and doubt
before all your hopes just die
chorus
paino
chorus
compleatly unprepared, and just a little scared
trying to make it through the night
lost and all alone, left without a home
stuck between what is wrong and right
corus
and it all falls apart
broken
shattered like my heart
and its all
and it all falls apart
broken
shattered like my heart
and its all broken
so fyi this song has to be sung with piano, cant be done alone, thats why its shhorter
Saturday, July 18, 2009
death feels so tempting
and life so resenting
and you cant face a new day
the words people will say
your lifes not worth living
nothing worth forgiving
anger inside
fear that you hide
cause no one will care
so you just wont be there
lifes just a toy
well guess what boy
ive been there too
so no, its not just you
ive been scared and lost
ive been torn and tossed
like yesterdays garbage
worthless
but i made it through
so why cant you.
there are people who care
people who want you there
people like me
so why dont you see
suicides not painless
so dont be so brainless
you think pain is a need
makes problems recede
well maybe your wrong
cause the darkness is cold
full of stories untold
about evil and pain
driving people insane
you may think thats fun
but wait till its done
with your broken body
nothing left but regrets
...
you asked why i care
well boy ive been there
with no one to help
you may not beleive me
but i know what your going through.
wanna know what got me through all this?
a few good friends
a guy who i both love and hate, cause he showed me why to live, and gave me another reason to live, one of the reasons i cant just end my own life is that he spent so much time helping me... and i cant waste that. hes probably one of the most amaizing people i know. i really want to talk to him again... but i dont know if that will ever happen...
another guy, who made it pretty hard to kill myself even if i lost control, cause i will never break a promise, not without permission...
and my best friend, who was with me closer to the end, but is still with me now... i love her, and she helps me stay happy
martial arts and song writing also helped.
so how do i put this
please dont give up
cause honestly i care... a lot
and id miss you a lot.
i mean that truthfully.
there is something i strongly beleive
Dance like you mean it
Sing like you feel it
Love till you show it
Live till you know it
what does that mean?
dance like a madman, like no one is watching
sing untill you can actually feel the music, and become it
love people and show that you do, cause that makes a difference
live and try to understand why you should instead of excuses of why you shouldnt.
and life so resenting
and you cant face a new day
the words people will say
your lifes not worth living
nothing worth forgiving
anger inside
fear that you hide
cause no one will care
so you just wont be there
lifes just a toy
well guess what boy
ive been there too
so no, its not just you
ive been scared and lost
ive been torn and tossed
like yesterdays garbage
worthless
but i made it through
so why cant you.
there are people who care
people who want you there
people like me
so why dont you see
suicides not painless
so dont be so brainless
you think pain is a need
makes problems recede
well maybe your wrong
cause the darkness is cold
full of stories untold
about evil and pain
driving people insane
you may think thats fun
but wait till its done
with your broken body
nothing left but regrets
...
you asked why i care
well boy ive been there
with no one to help
you may not beleive me
but i know what your going through.
wanna know what got me through all this?
a few good friends
a guy who i both love and hate, cause he showed me why to live, and gave me another reason to live, one of the reasons i cant just end my own life is that he spent so much time helping me... and i cant waste that. hes probably one of the most amaizing people i know. i really want to talk to him again... but i dont know if that will ever happen...
another guy, who made it pretty hard to kill myself even if i lost control, cause i will never break a promise, not without permission...
and my best friend, who was with me closer to the end, but is still with me now... i love her, and she helps me stay happy
martial arts and song writing also helped.
so how do i put this
please dont give up
cause honestly i care... a lot
and id miss you a lot.
i mean that truthfully.
there is something i strongly beleive
Dance like you mean it
Sing like you feel it
Love till you show it
Live till you know it
what does that mean?
dance like a madman, like no one is watching
sing untill you can actually feel the music, and become it
love people and show that you do, cause that makes a difference
live and try to understand why you should instead of excuses of why you shouldnt.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
its been almost a month since i last posted.
lets see... what is going through my head? questions
why do i keep proving you right? cause im just lucky i guess
will i get hurt by doing what i might do? i dunno, time will tell... probably not
if i practice hard enough will i get to be section leader? probably not... because no matter how hard i try wish will think she is better...
why have i been blogging less and less? because i started because of a guy, and he taught me a lot, and i guess as i blog less and less i need him less and less, that makes no sence, i think they are parallel things, kinda? but i dont need him anymore, id still like to talk to him, but i dont need to. i still try to, but i dont know if he can tell that im trying to be friendly without being annoying.
why are there so many questions in my head? curriosity
so many words we'll never know to say
so many paths leading every which way
so many chices yet to be made
and enough with poetry
i dont know what to say
thus... update later
lets see... what is going through my head? questions
why do i keep proving you right? cause im just lucky i guess
will i get hurt by doing what i might do? i dunno, time will tell... probably not
if i practice hard enough will i get to be section leader? probably not... because no matter how hard i try wish will think she is better...
why have i been blogging less and less? because i started because of a guy, and he taught me a lot, and i guess as i blog less and less i need him less and less, that makes no sence, i think they are parallel things, kinda? but i dont need him anymore, id still like to talk to him, but i dont need to. i still try to, but i dont know if he can tell that im trying to be friendly without being annoying.
why are there so many questions in my head? curriosity
so many words we'll never know to say
so many paths leading every which way
so many chices yet to be made
and enough with poetry
i dont know what to say
thus... update later
Friday, May 29, 2009
there are times where i dont know what to do anymore.
the seconds keep ticking, but i dont want them to.
you people made me live
made me promise...
that promise, the two, are both blessings and curses.
do you know how much it hurts when someone jokes about your sanity... not realising that they are actually right, but you know that they are.
im scared
yes i admit that
i want to talk to you
so badly
but i know if i do i will slipup
and lose any chance i have
and i know that chance is prettymuch non existant,
what do i say
what do i do
it can take just a moment and time
to change a heart, change a mind
i miss you, i need you
i cant wait to see you
im afraid that this will end the same way
i dont want this to just go away
you see its easy for me to slip into rhyme
you see, it takes next to no time
this is how i think deep inside
the deeper parts i still hide
sometimes i think it would be easier
if i were to just fade away
the seconds keep ticking, but i dont want them to.
you people made me live
made me promise...
that promise, the two, are both blessings and curses.
do you know how much it hurts when someone jokes about your sanity... not realising that they are actually right, but you know that they are.
im scared
yes i admit that
i want to talk to you
so badly
but i know if i do i will slipup
and lose any chance i have
and i know that chance is prettymuch non existant,
what do i say
what do i do
it can take just a moment and time
to change a heart, change a mind
i miss you, i need you
i cant wait to see you
im afraid that this will end the same way
i dont want this to just go away
you see its easy for me to slip into rhyme
you see, it takes next to no time
this is how i think deep inside
the deeper parts i still hide
sometimes i think it would be easier
if i were to just fade away
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Flight
Flight
I flew to you one morning
When you saw me you smiled
Looked at me with longing
And begged I stay awhile
I was the one with wings
But you were left without
So I lent you my wings
When you stole my heart
Things were so wonderful
As you flew me around
Out love was so powerful
Until you left this town
I was the one with wings
But you were left without
So I lent you my wings
When you stole my heart
Sometimes I still see you
But you’re rarely around
Cause you’re the one who flew
While I am firmly on the ground
I was the one with wings
But you were left without
So I lent you my wings
When you stole my heart
The days they start to fade away
Nothing left to do
Wind whispering starts to say
“you know his love was true”
But then you went and left me
Without my wings so white
Now who can I be
Without my wings so white
writen in english
its about an angel who falls in love with a mortal, the rest you can figure out
I flew to you one morning
When you saw me you smiled
Looked at me with longing
And begged I stay awhile
I was the one with wings
But you were left without
So I lent you my wings
When you stole my heart
Things were so wonderful
As you flew me around
Out love was so powerful
Until you left this town
I was the one with wings
But you were left without
So I lent you my wings
When you stole my heart
Sometimes I still see you
But you’re rarely around
Cause you’re the one who flew
While I am firmly on the ground
I was the one with wings
But you were left without
So I lent you my wings
When you stole my heart
The days they start to fade away
Nothing left to do
Wind whispering starts to say
“you know his love was true”
But then you went and left me
Without my wings so white
Now who can I be
Without my wings so white
writen in english
its about an angel who falls in love with a mortal, the rest you can figure out
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
flickr is taking forever to load
did i do the right thing?
am i doint the right things?
will i do the right things?
it might be frozen again.
flickr i mean
we have to answer a lot of questions using pictures and words, sketches, poems, clip art...
but how to answer
i feel happy when im: singing, writing, talking with some of you, holding my french horn, taking pictures
i feel sad when: i listen to a certain song, when im watching pokemon sometimes, when i think about the past
i feel scared when: i cant read you, when i make you dissapointed, when i lose myself
i feel angry, when im lied to, when people cant apreciate things for what they are, when people hurt my friends
i want to be around my friends when: im in a good mood, they want me there, whenever
i want to eb alone when: im in a croud of people, when i write songs, when im crying
theese are things i do often: play french horn, sing, watch the sun set
i often wonder about: everything
things i often think about when im alone: live love, light, darkness, songs, you, school, band, everything
some of the things i really beleive are: everything has a good and bad side, everyone has secrets, trust in feelings...
i would like to know why i... annoy so many people, am different, cant stop thinking about someone... have so mank answers to this question.
so many questions and so many answers
did i do the right thing?
am i doint the right things?
will i do the right things?
it might be frozen again.
flickr i mean
we have to answer a lot of questions using pictures and words, sketches, poems, clip art...
but how to answer
i feel happy when im: singing, writing, talking with some of you, holding my french horn, taking pictures
i feel sad when: i listen to a certain song, when im watching pokemon sometimes, when i think about the past
i feel scared when: i cant read you, when i make you dissapointed, when i lose myself
i feel angry, when im lied to, when people cant apreciate things for what they are, when people hurt my friends
i want to be around my friends when: im in a good mood, they want me there, whenever
i want to eb alone when: im in a croud of people, when i write songs, when im crying
theese are things i do often: play french horn, sing, watch the sun set
i often wonder about: everything
things i often think about when im alone: live love, light, darkness, songs, you, school, band, everything
some of the things i really beleive are: everything has a good and bad side, everyone has secrets, trust in feelings...
i would like to know why i... annoy so many people, am different, cant stop thinking about someone... have so mank answers to this question.
so many questions and so many answers
Monday, April 20, 2009
this is who i am.
what i have become
i cant change some things
like myself... to some extent.
i cant change the good or bad
and i cant try to force it
because forcing it makes it come back... way worse
am i talking nonsence?
maybe.
but i know what im saying.
i need to face my fears.
because i cant get any betetr without doing so.
you helped me take a few steps, but i need to be willing to take those steps, and some steps i need to take alone... because i need to catch myself... or let the past repeat itself.
i cant take advice well...
especially relationship advice
because i am stuborn
it took me an entire day to learn how to tie my shoes...
cause i was way too stuborn.
i am going to prove you wrong if you tell me something wont work relationship wise... at least in some cases
im better
somewhat
im determined
im not sure why
but i WILL make things better
i wont let fear over ride me
i wont let myself fall to the darkness
i wont let myself give up
because this time im gonna make it worth it
this time im going to make what you did count.
because i need to
im afraid
but we all are
afraid what will happen
but we wont get anywhere if we dont face our fears.
ive been lost in the darkness... uncontrolable...
but its getting easier to draw back out of it.
a few years ago the main reason i didnt kill myself was my parents.
now ive got you guys...
This is who i am
determined/stuborn
good/evil
light/dark
an optimistic pessimist,
a poet
a singer
a horn player
a friend
a soul
a live
yet another striving to survive
i dont know if i will make it
but i cant let the doubt make sure i dont
i worry
i doubt
way too much
but for once i know who i am
did i not before?
i did kinda, but i forced myself to hide myself.
yes im listening to pokemon
what are you going to do about it.
i enjoy it
so what if its immature
i will find something you will like
and get you to listen to it.
because im gonna prove to you that some things are not all bad.
yin and yang
both balance out
think about it
SHADOWSTICH
yea-yeah
what i have become
i cant change some things
like myself... to some extent.
i cant change the good or bad
and i cant try to force it
because forcing it makes it come back... way worse
am i talking nonsence?
maybe.
but i know what im saying.
i need to face my fears.
because i cant get any betetr without doing so.
you helped me take a few steps, but i need to be willing to take those steps, and some steps i need to take alone... because i need to catch myself... or let the past repeat itself.
i cant take advice well...
especially relationship advice
because i am stuborn
it took me an entire day to learn how to tie my shoes...
cause i was way too stuborn.
i am going to prove you wrong if you tell me something wont work relationship wise... at least in some cases
im better
somewhat
im determined
im not sure why
but i WILL make things better
i wont let fear over ride me
i wont let myself fall to the darkness
i wont let myself give up
because this time im gonna make it worth it
this time im going to make what you did count.
because i need to
im afraid
but we all are
afraid what will happen
but we wont get anywhere if we dont face our fears.
ive been lost in the darkness... uncontrolable...
but its getting easier to draw back out of it.
a few years ago the main reason i didnt kill myself was my parents.
now ive got you guys...
This is who i am
determined/stuborn
good/evil
light/dark
an optimistic pessimist,
a poet
a singer
a horn player
a friend
a soul
a live
yet another striving to survive
i dont know if i will make it
but i cant let the doubt make sure i dont
i worry
i doubt
way too much
but for once i know who i am
did i not before?
i did kinda, but i forced myself to hide myself.
yes im listening to pokemon
what are you going to do about it.
i enjoy it
so what if its immature
i will find something you will like
and get you to listen to it.
because im gonna prove to you that some things are not all bad.
yin and yang
both balance out
think about it
SHADOWSTICH
yea-yeah
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
a while ago i had a friend ask me why i watch pokemon
i realised something
more then half of it was from the score
i love the score for the original pokemon
the first movie?
why is it pokemon can make me cry
cause i can feel music
playing happy stuff makes me happy
sad stuff makes me sad
music can unleash raw emotion in me
and its something i am very passionate about
i have made some of my band friends listen to some of the score for the first movie
and not told them where the song was from
and guess what
they enjoyed it
why cant you
just suck back the fact its from pokemon
and put your heart into the music.
because untill you do, you wont understand me as well
you actually made me mad
my good side... was mad
i dont think i know when the last time i was really mad
like... the entirety of me was so pissed off at you
cause what you did
its like saying i must be weak for being a girl
or saying that someone is different because of the colour of their skin
yes
im trying to say that your being... for lack of better word... racest... towards music.
so what if it came from somewhere else
beauty should be apreciated in all forms
not just ones that you expect...
yes im still slightly pissed off at you
and yes i will have you read this
because i need to make you understand this
you want me to follow your advice?
well heres mine
dont judge things from their source, but judge them for what they actually are.
listen with your heart
open your heart
even if your mind says that your heart wont like it
i have nothing else to say right now.
i truley hope you understand what im trying to say.
i guess my mind is like a song, melody and counter melody fighting over who gets to be heard.
and yet together they make something whole
even a crunchy chord, where someone is riding on the dissanance, can be resolved into a major chord, into something pleasing.
dance with me
to the music
through the fire and ice
see who i am
this is me
i realised something
more then half of it was from the score
i love the score for the original pokemon
the first movie?
why is it pokemon can make me cry
cause i can feel music
playing happy stuff makes me happy
sad stuff makes me sad
music can unleash raw emotion in me
and its something i am very passionate about
i have made some of my band friends listen to some of the score for the first movie
and not told them where the song was from
and guess what
they enjoyed it
why cant you
just suck back the fact its from pokemon
and put your heart into the music.
because untill you do, you wont understand me as well
you actually made me mad
my good side... was mad
i dont think i know when the last time i was really mad
like... the entirety of me was so pissed off at you
cause what you did
its like saying i must be weak for being a girl
or saying that someone is different because of the colour of their skin
yes
im trying to say that your being... for lack of better word... racest... towards music.
so what if it came from somewhere else
beauty should be apreciated in all forms
not just ones that you expect...
yes im still slightly pissed off at you
and yes i will have you read this
because i need to make you understand this
you want me to follow your advice?
well heres mine
dont judge things from their source, but judge them for what they actually are.
listen with your heart
open your heart
even if your mind says that your heart wont like it
i have nothing else to say right now.
i truley hope you understand what im trying to say.
i guess my mind is like a song, melody and counter melody fighting over who gets to be heard.
and yet together they make something whole
even a crunchy chord, where someone is riding on the dissanance, can be resolved into a major chord, into something pleasing.
dance with me
to the music
through the fire and ice
see who i am
this is me
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