| i feel sick that this thing is still alive. i went back and read some old posts, and i was the biggest faggot ever. |
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| http://www.myspace.com/monstrothewhale
there you have it. i made some music. |
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| i can not help but feel disgust.
book club made me sick tonight. all of the rationalization, all of the relativism. "but it is more important that charlie have friends, than to worry about what is right or wrong! loneliness is so much worse than having friends that make you do wrong! its okay to use lsd, as long as you dont have to feel the pain of being alone! it is not wrong if you feel a lack of company! what would you rather they be doing, something stupid and worthless? something that could build them up? ha! you bible thumping moron!"
ill tell you what. my best friend, bryan klimchuck, lived a life very similar to charlie. he was searching for friendship. he wanted to fill his void of loneliness. he made friends much like charlie did. infact, replace lsd with heroin, and you have the same exact story. the only discrepancy: bryan died last month due to a heroin overdose. you foolish little girl! do you think for one second that his death after only two decades of life was a worthy trade for the 20 seconds of laughter that he got from those friends? how can you attack someone who has lived through the pains of watching a loved one slowly suffer, when all you know is some fictional character froma damned book! do you know what it feels like to go 14 years before making a friend? do you know what it feels like to KNOW that the friendship is causing you to be somewhere that you shouldnt be? do you know how hard it is to give up a friendship, when no new one is in sight? then how the hell do you know that the pains and trials of relationships like that, are better than not having them at all! take it from someone who knows, someone who has seen it in more lives than his own. take it from me, doing what is right doesnot make a person cold and rigid. doing whats wrong does not make a persons life warm. you go visit bryans grave, see how warm he is right now. see how such a precious and beautiful desire to do wrong has warmed his life. dont you dare attack us with a knowledge you do not have, over something that you know nothing about. dont you dare tell us what is right when you are so far in the wrong. dont try to guide when you are so fully blinded. is it really worth gaining the world and losing your soul? |
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| as if my good looks are not already enough to drive a woman mad |
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| there is something missing. |
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