Wow, I've been gone a while...This blog needs some updating.

I can't say that I know exactly why I stopped posting. It could be that I lost track of time, or that the days began to run together, or that my family, (those that reside in the house which I currently live in), just got bigger, like eight people now live here bigger. I've tried posting, but the inspiration just wasn't there, that was until today when I read the most amazing thing in my life, posted by one of my best friends who has become my sister.

I'll be updating the blog frequently from now on, even though I technically only have three people who even care what's written here. *tears* However, those people...you've held onto this for a while and I must appologize that I haven't written when I have so much to say. Look for more posts to come soon and remember...just because I don't post right away, doesn't mean that I don't care.

As always thanks for believing in me.

Sorry, I just disappeared.

My mind lately is like a jumbled mess, full of paths and roads that make no sense and lead nowhere. I'm not sure exactly where to go or what to do, which path leads where and what one I should follow so I am uterly confused.

No doubt that it's been a while since I've posted on this blog. I mean, it's been a few days at the most since the last post, but can you tell the jump between that one and the one before it? It's not because I don't have time, because I do, but because everything is so busy now and I'm constantly forgetting that people have a right to know what's going on too.

You're not mad at me right? For not posting, for forgetting about our world that we've created here?

Rebellion

Human right dictates that we are free, that the government does not get to decide who we are, yet day by day our rights are encroached upon. The government believes that it owns it's people, that they belong to it and it al one and that they can take away from those people, take away their creativity, take away their control, their freedom. Someone needs to stop it. Someone needs to start a rebellion.

Pride

I have a lot of pride and when I feel threatened that kind of shows. No, I don't think it's my appearnace that I'm prideful of, but maybe it's because of my ideas. I create things, wonderful things, recycled things, repurposed things, things that express my personality, and no-one understands.

People want to know why I can be so quiet, it's not because I don't have anything to say, but becasue no-one will listen. What can I say? Nothing will make them see that they're wrong. So why even try? Why even give them the satisfaction of watching me fail?

They don't know me. They don't understand. They judge before they see any potential hidden beneath the surface. Sometimes they only see the surface like how pretty or how smart someone is, but they don't really know the person, regardless of what they think they know.

Are We Who We Think We Are, Or Something More, Something Darker Still?

To say that human race is just that would be an understatement. The human race, though it has it's flaws, is much more interesting than the simple term of human can proclaim. In all truth, though humans are corrupt and at times vile, they share a common knowledge that sets them apart from the other inhabitants of the world that they reside on.

Know this, humans are nothing if they are not crafty and at times wise beyond their meager years. A hundred years does not even begin to justify what one will find if they dig beneath the surface of the human skin, a hundred years does not even give the time it would take to understand their conscious minds, not to mention the ever lurking subconscious that many seem to grasp their flawed understanding of each other's conditions from.

But to understand one's condition one must look at their own. To see another's perspective is to learn from one's own perspective to begin with. Only then can one truly analyze another being.

The human soul is what sets them apart from those of other inhabitants of the earth, because a human chooses whether or not to have a soul in their own words though only their creator knows for sure what each was gifted with, not the individual humans themselves.

That is to say what other races, other inhabitants perceive each other differently. The questions are limitless.

Does a human have a soul or not? Do they think about their actions after they commit them? Are they essencially good, or evil? These are questions that only the individual humans themselves can answer.

Problems in Society Part One

All my life I've been dreaming of doing something amazing, of doing something more with my life yet I do nothing because I'm unsure of how to do it, when, and what the right thing to do truly is.

I realize people all over the world are sufering andnobody does anything to help them, they only care about themselves. I believe that this needs to change.

Here in America people are suffering, hungry, homeless, they look for sympathy and yet they find none because people push them away.

What if the situation was reversed? Would you think differently?

Why Me?

You've probably seen someone like me before, in school, at work, the person who sits all by themself until a huge group of people join them, those they call their friends, but people who barely know them, a notebook and pen in hand, that's me. You don't notice me until it's too late and then you feel guilty about it because you think that there's something you could have done, some way you could have made me realize that the world isn't out to get me, but the thing is, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. The world is full of people who seek only to harm others for their amusement. It's full of liars and those of us with a spark of hope, we're the ones who are targetted, named as traitors, deviants, people who are better left alone.

Time seems to have stopped around me. I've looked the same for over a hundred years. In pictures I'm usually in the back or the one face you can't put a name to, but you know who they are, you know who I am.

I'm the person who goes off by themself, usually to cry, other times because they think the world looks down on them, despises them for who they are or for what they can do. Truth is I never wanted sympathy. I just wanted to understand. Why me? Why out of all the people in the world...why choose me?