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I'm sitting here in the comnputer lab, it's 7th hour, the school day is almost done.  But alas, I must go to work after this, but not just that, I must get ready for work, and I must be snappy.  I have to shave and get redressed quickly.  And I don't know why I'm posting this, except for the simple fact that I'm bored.

Lately, I've felt the longing to be someone's arms of comfort.  I wish to hold someone.  I wish to spread love, give love, have love, and be loved.  Which I do, but I want that romantic kind.  I want someone that I could honestly say I would fight for, climb the highest tower for, someone to be my crown, and I could be hers.  I thank God that someday, I will have that, I rest assured.

It's been a long time since I've left a post here.  Many things have happened, I had a marvelous birthday, I've faced heart ache, I'm currently healing from that heart ache.  I have a lot of maturing that I need to do, I've discovered exactly how immature I really am, and it scares me.  I don't know anymore.  I don't think there's a meaning to life.  Sounds depressing, maybe, but it doesn't sadden me.

Lately originality is something that has bothered me.  For some reason, everyone seems to want to be original, and it doesn't make sense to me.  Why does originality matter so much?  Why can't everyone be happy with who they are, it's how they are, and deep down inside, where nobody knows, it's how everybody wants it to be.  Gah, baffling.

There is something I want to know, and that is everything.  Mostly about the people I talk to.  So if there is anything about yourself you don't mind telling me in public, tell me every bit of it, and if there's something you'd like to tell me in private, come talk to me, my AIM screenname is JoeHillLivesOn, my Yahoo is the same, and my MSN Messenger is staccato1337@hotmail.com, my most commonly checked email address is gaberielhunter@gmail.com, or you could always talk to me in person.  I want to get to know everyone better, I want to know your tastes, your dreams, your goals, what you think of me, what you think of yourself, what you think about, whatever you'd like to tell me.  Indulge me, I'm curious.

David, over and out.

Candace brought up an interesting analogy of life.  She compared it to a rollercoaster.  She asked me "Don;t you just love the rollercoaster?"  To that I must say, no, as a matter of fact, I hate the rollercoaster, I would prefer a nice level train ride.  She also presented another question, "When does it end?"  The answer to which I have found to be that it ends at death.

I hate this rollercoaster, because I know that at some point the hill must drop.  And these hills are the most messed up hills I have ever seen.  They're high, and yet low.  I'm a happy kid, but at the moment, I am incredibly angry with the apathy I find in almost everyone.  People always tell me to stop thinking so much.  Well, I propose this challenge to everyone; think for once.  If I did not think so much, then I would have no point in living. I think because I want to see a better life; I think because I question the world, nay, the entire reality that is presented to me; I think because I want to present people with ideas or phrases that make people think; I think because no one else does; I think because I am.  If I fail to think, I fail to care, if I fail to care then there is no point.

So I propose that everyone begins to think, begins to question the truths that have been presented to you, begins to question everything.  The time of change is now, let it start with you.