Freakcity

AdamAlarming, blonde, comical, dizzy, evil, feculating, gratuitous, handsome, intellectual, jolly, kitten-ish, lovely, morish, nonse, opulant, precious, queen, ravisher, shopper, tall, undeniable, verocious, wanker, xenophobe, yellowed, zany; is how the alphabet would describe me

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Death

Wednesday September 14th, 2005 at 6:47am

Scott...fix freakcity.........it may have been saved from one of my essays but it also deleted it before I finshed typing it : P Now, onto me, this is my blog, it’s about me, sorry for the poor and disillusioned. Death is always hardest when it isn’t your own you face. I know I don’t need to get on the self-pity bus, I’m on it and have been for a long time. But what makes my dying any better or worse than yours? Infamy...yes, I have become infamous, I apparently have a long enough grasp to influence people to gossip, speculate and back-chat, the tell-tale signs of infamy. Why? Why am I so well known? Everyone reading my blog by now knows me, some are spousal, parents, good friends, lovers old and new, or maybe people who sought to better themselves by seeing me as a cash-cow to popularity and back-talking me when it didn’t work. *NEWS FLASH* Popularity isn’t won on other people’s back, you get it by earning it. I earnt mine, positive and negative, by being there, someone people could see, either liked or disliked, I don’t care. I don’t care because I have the philosophy that if people like me, they stay, they become friends, they get to know me, if people don’t like me, they either say so and to their benefit they do, it shows a far greater character with much more respect, or they play along with me until a moment arises when they can attack. *COWARD* is what I say to them, if you don’t like somebody and if you’re that worried about your social standing, you’re in the wrong group or you’ve spoken to late to exonerate yourself...your bad, deal with it. go on, I dare you, without making up lies, feeding misinformation, or being someone who you are not, unless you are a pathalogical liar and deserve help in a mental institute and who wants to be on of those? Do you want to think you are being back-chatted with reverberations of you being a pathalogical liar? I do not care anymore what people think of me, truly I don’t. Circumstances like these are what friendships are made and broken from. There are people I have lied to..people important to me, because I told them what thought they wanted to hear. It didn’t help. lies, for any reason, don’t help, people will find out. I didn’t want to hurt people so I told them what they wanted to know, they found out, it hurt them more than the truth. The truth, no matter ho unpallatable, is the best, easiest way out. Just be prepared to retract popularity, if they like you, they will anyway, if not, they are probably best rid of anyway.

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Deconstruction and denial

Wednesday September 14th, 2005 at 2:55am

Sad, disappointed and alone. Not matter who or how many people are around me, all I feel is sad, disappointed and alone. I can’t seem to feel any other way right now over issues I thought I’d overcome, I hate it when I’m wrong, especially about myself. I can’t live through other people, but that’s all I have to do, nothing I do for me is for me, but for the expectations people hold on me. Job-hunting because it’s expected, don’t get me wrong, I want a job, badly want a job, just one other thing to focus on, but I have lost motivation for finding one. Smiling because people expect me to, because it’s ingrained in me that I can’t be anything else but happy around people. Facing each day with the same old perspective no matter how I try to look at the world. Escapism fails me now, there is nowhere I can go, even for a few hours, to escape how I feel inside, or even to escape who I have to look in the mirror everyday. I often wonder if I affect anyone’s life, if anyone would even care if I disappeared never to surface again. I know deep down people would notice, would care, but the thought is inescapable, my thoughts, I’m living for other people, living through them because of it. I can’t because it’s breaking me. I can’t point my finger at a specific point or issue, but still I feel I’m living through other people. I always had a dream, a goal, it was within sight, that’s all I ever wanted, all I ever saw. Now because of my circumstance, it’s gone, in the blink of an eye, everything I knew, was familiar with, working towards and working well, has gone. I miss that dream so much now, because all I see when I think about it is disappointment and it’s not even my fault that it is gone. It just is. People want me alive...why? Are they as selfish as I’m feeling right now? Do people want me here because they can’t deal with me not being here, are unprepared to face any form of grief, if they would feel it? Or because of me and who I am, because they need me, like me, want me? If they do want me, why don’t I? What is so wrong with me that I can’t look at myself without finding constant flaws and nothing positive? I don’t like who I am, don’t know where I am heading or what I am to do. I haven’t wanted to be around for a long time, for at least 4 years. I have tried to do things about this, tried to rid the world of me, but it hasn’t worked yet and I know that is the way to breaking people’s hearts. I don’t want to hurt anyone, which is one reason I feel I’m living through other people, to satisfy there wants of me. But what of my wants? I have gotten beyond me now. It has gotten beyond extending the barcode. There is something in my life right now that could, given the chance, take away that choice from me. It wouldn’t be me hurting myself, trying to die, something else would be doing it for me. I don’t want to hurt myself, that would hurt other people too who expect more of me, but what is in my life, the circumstance, has given me the opportunity to get out, without recriminations, without people looking down upon me for something society as a whole sees as a giant taboo. What if you, without recriminations or back-talk, without disappointment, could get out of this life entirely? What would you do? The chance to leave all mistakes behind, all hurt and pain, all worries, paranoia, resentments disappearing in the wave of a hand. Would you leave it all? I want to, without the influence of friends or family, there is nothing here for me, nothing for me to look to, to say “yes, this is my life, this is what I’m doing, this is what I will do”. Granted, I have people who think a lot of me, but I know they can carry on. So the big question is, do I stay or do I go? I wish someone could tell me the answer but they can’t. I have to find my own way, it hurts hard and deep and it never goes away for me, all I want is for this feeling to go, one way or another. I need for things to get better somehow, f

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