Is destiny real? It only make sense if you are destine for something great can you be destine for something that's nott great. I don't think anyone ever says I was destine to be a bus driver. It's so wierd everyone wants to be a doctor or a lawyer because "they want to help people" (make money). No one ever wants to be the things that we need like the bus driver the people who work for the santitation department, the person that works at Starbucks and hands me a Caramel Frapicinno. But what if that is your destiny.Were people destine to be Hilter? Was he just a  little ffetus and then Satan or whoever zapped and programmed him to kill millions? Was he a nice little kid? In the afterlife what does he say to his mother? Is he sorry? Probably not, the worst villians are the ones that really believe in it the pedophile, homicidal maniac, the ones who aren't sorry because they were going to do it anyway. How do you fix people, if that is even possible? But really back to the point if no one is going to lose then would it really be a game?

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Earlier this week I felt restless. Like the kind you onlt get on summer break. When you have that one minute to breath and you look around and see that you've lost a lung or something. Sorry, poetic habitats always seem to come out in these things, sorry if you  can't understand what I am saying but don't feel bad no one really does. Anyways I was antsy I wanted to do something that I wouldn't do for example run down my block at night screaming, I can't remember the last time I screamed really loud. Or follow someone home and leave them a letter. Give out mysterious keys to strangers something like that. Everything I want to do is the things I can't, but I guess that is the point sometimes. Random tidbit:I wish I could live in a small town sometimes it is seem that big city dreams last longer their, that they are more respected there, in big cities they are just swallow but big,cold buildings and interstates lights. I never got why everyone think dreaming is so hard just turn on T.V.

ANYWAYS HERE PICTURES!!!! *CLAP* *CLAP* Also I think I might add some quotes in hear.

I dream too fast to get into a car crash-Buddy Wakefield

She pole dances to gospel hymns-Andrea Gibson

It didn't leave much,just the black sweatpants you were wearing, your effortless grin, and a certain contact between us,I don't know what kind-maybe a hug"

So on the nights you sleep like a ballernia, I try to snore lake a piccolo-Andrea Gibson

I’m thinking too much and I need to throw up some of these thoughts before something vile happens. I am thinking that I don’t need to prove myself to the people who don’t matter. I am thinking of longing. I am thinking that I would like to be six years old or nineteen years old. I am thinking I am indecisive. Mostly I am longing. I am convincing myself of many, many things, but my longing is a constant. My longing is riding my bike with pink streamers on the handles to 7-11 and buying a slurpee. My longing is a soft boy to hold me. My longing if to be rid of my empathy. Out of all the things I am thinking and convincing myself of, the only think I know for sure is that it’s okay. It’s okay to convince and to long and to think. And perhaps most important, I know what matters. Linux Shoe matters, my words matter. The people I love matter. Not that building, not those letters on that piece of paper, not the teachers who yell, not the stupid girls or the angry boys. As simple as this may be, I sit and cry because no one else will know this for a very, very long time...I know a billion other truths and philosophical ramblings. But what do I really know? Nothing. I’m fourteen. I am a girl in a pretty little public high school in a pretty little house in a pretty little neighborhood. What do I know?- Zoe Trope "Please Don't Kill The Freshman" YOU SHOULD BUY IT(shamelessly adveritsment)

Ok, I guess I am kinda back since it is summer and I still have nothing to do with my life. So SHADY BACK BACK BACK AGAIN *music plays*. Anyways I am very happy that 2 people that I don't know suscribe..to those TWO people I like to say THANK YOU and not some fake "I am saying thank you to be polite truthfully you should be glad to be in my presence thank you's" but a real you really don't have to here but you make it look like I am actually good at this stuff even when I suck" thank you's. It is strange I just got a laptop (BOO YAH!!!) and now I realize I spend more time with my electronic crutches then I do with my family. Frankly this dosen't really bother me. I love my family but.........I was going to say something mean(it was honest) but out of respect for them I just won't say it at all. It just seem when I am around my family it is awkward. I have got a lot of bruise from my family's sharp silences and a lot of broken bones from the empty space, so I guess the elctronic crutches and bandages make sense, right? Maybe T.V has desensitizes me or something. Who knows/? Well enough about me what about you...What's that you want some ICONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ICONS ICONS OR PHOTOS!!