i think you are stupid, you think you are big shot because you are in a certain organization, but you are just a fucking kid, you do not know anything.

you are not a bigshot, you're just a... freaking alodia fanboy and a big dumb lard. change for the better? hell yeah, but instead stooping you the level of Asshole kolokoy and bestfriend, katulad sa greenwich, NAGLE-LEVEL-UP NA KAMI.

we will not change for the benefit of your crappyness. LEAVE, I DON'T CARE.

don't let the door hit you. (more)

in all of creation there is nothing as repulsive, base and evil as a woman's heart. It will stop at nothing to fullfill it's twisted lusts and has no regard for the beauty it destroys in it's... quest.

someday I will have a cabin in the mountians, and when I do if I see 3 figures approaching - a man with a gun, a grizzly, and a woman... I will put out food for 2 of them, and shoot the other. (more)

. I'm pretty sick of putting my left foot in front of my right foot. I care alot about my two friends and the little family I have and I really try to pull my weight in all aspects of my life. My dad... went insane and revealed he only ever really gave a f*ck about his fucking art career after 15 years of squatting in buildings and living life according to his "artistic" insanity I don't even have a father to show for it. My brother can't deal with it and has gone on violent drunken tirades for a fucking year and when he finally stopped and we got a roomate to help pay rent he went nuts again and destroyed the f*cking wall between our rooms after we got into a fight over him being a dick to my mom. I'm still not done with high school and all I get is shit for what I haven't accomplished, as far as I'm fucking concerned not jumping off the wiliamsberg bridge is big enough. I'm not a f*cking pathetic crap, I'd just like someone to ask how my goddamn day was. (more)

Can anyone tell me what a dream about running towards oneself mean. I dreamt I was running towards myself in slow motion and there was nothing but darkness in the background. Any help would be... appreciated. I was running desperately towards myself in slow motion with nothing in the background, just darkness. (more)

I hate not knowing what is making me feel so sad and alone at night when I lay in bed thinking about life. I'm a good student, I play sports, have a bunch of friends, I love my family and they support... me to the best they can. Many would say I have it made, that my future is set and I can do anything I want. But in my mind, there is just something missing. I am thinking one reason might just be because I don't have a girlfriend (most of my friends do). I was at a new years party tonight and all of the people their had "significant others" except for me. As the ball went down and everyone was standing near the TV, all I could think of to do was stand in the background and watch. I've also wanted to travel the world, being stuck at home just sucks, and it seems there is so much out there to look at that you cannot experience going to school (dang high school). I love my life and am thankful for everything I get, and don't ask for much in return, but there is still that one thing missing.. (more)

You wouldn't believe just how much I do relate to what you are saying and your personality.You are a "fixer". You desire harmony in your world.I get that.I too have always been this type of person.But... unfortunately I have (in my youth) also had a tendancy to repress my own feelings and desires in an attempt to please everyone else around me. It will leave you feeling bitter,angry and resentful if your not careful and one day you may wake up and realize that your whole life has been a lie and you no longer know who you really are.I thought it was everyone else who had the problem and didn't want to see it any other way.It has took me a lifetime to figure out that I may have really been the one standing in my own way.These girls were just there for your learning and if you choose not to see it that way then you may suffer for it.You've got to start standing up for yourself by being the true unique person that you are.They can't mistreat you if you don't allow it. (more)

Or charred.It may not always be protection as you may think.You've got to ask yourself if perhaps your in denial.Only you know the real answer.But at least you will have been honest with yourself.If... you find it impossible to do this it may be that strong delusion has been sent to you. (more)

I am not like you. your dream interpretations are anti-squid. they portray squid as evil. Squid are not at all evil. And i will not dream of a monkey if i do not know what a monkey is. And Black is... not a sign of anything bad black is the colour of protection, it is a shield for you not to get burnt (more)

The 1990 Fortuitous School of Thought accepts Eric Luong as its first disciple coming from earth and matter planetary origins. The school allowed him to transcend his network of matterly neurons and... his sense bundles. His mind became all knowing. He no longer poured over his scientific studies over the internet. He no longer played games of badminton and go. Actually once he knew he was human and was living. He was very happy. He could affect the environment with his thoughts, his actions and his just being emitteding a force on the walls, the lamp, the entire building the entire universe and everything. He in was in the present, past, future. Flowers bloomed within his heart and touched the sky of burgundy gray. The stars sang (He blue was green) songs of him, drew paintings of him. Imprinted in a block of wood. Sailing through the wind, churning up a sandstorm. Placing a go stone on an empty board. Stretching the limits of physical existence through badminton. Once he knew he was the only one, that within him there was none. Mercaspulated. He was mercaspulated. The state of being all. Enters a new state of virtual character by a user interface such as the DS. He is able to become disconnected and transfer his mana into another being. This uses up his reserve. It takes one night of sleep to regenerate his one day of reserve. For Eric, his nights are longer than his days. When he travels into the soul of Mario and Luigi partners in time. He loses imagination. The images in the game are etched and manifest reality on another plane. This such is the observation of the players whose words here have lost much meaning. Eric is being worshipped by the electromagnetic fields that are his lightbulb emission. Eric is the lightbulb's pet and vice versa. The lightbulb is being worshipped by Eric. When I made my mom cry a block was removed from within or a block was transferred liberated. My soul is captured constantly by the walls, they reflect my soul as do mirrors. Smering your feces over the walls is the best thing you can do for your soul. (more)

So fucking tired.

I never want to see your face again - not after I saw you at the mall and all I feel now is dread.

God, I can't believe I let you emotionally abuse me the way you... did for five years. If you can't separate friendship and your constant neediness and your want to be the only important person in my life don't take it out on me. It's your fault, your problem.

I want to say "it's all good, I totally understand" but I can't. I've went from depression to anger to downright stoic. You're right, there's nothing left but I didn't make it this way - you took what we had and hollowed it out into this ... dead .... unhealthy thing.

Don't you ever mistake that, YOU killed us.

Not me. (more)