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YAY FOR ME!!!!! xd

But... now I have nothing to say. Except... life's kinda boring right now rolleyes

And.. I bought something agian sweatdrop

Hmm... that's not supposed to happen, is it? sweatdrop xd

Ah well... mrgreen

OK!!!

I found a way to vent the boredom. NEW HAIR!!! cool xd

I kinda like it.. really. It looks so much spiffyer than my yellow-ness surprised

Maybe I should stay like this.... xd But then.. what's the point in my yellow and black ava? sweatdrop xd

.. GRR!!! *wants a NM scarf* crying

... AFTER Zep's chain wallet of course *coughcough* sweatdrop

I didn't just buy leg-warmers. Nooooo... *cough* rolleyes

YAY FOR SPIFFILY TINY FONT!! xd
(Spiffy's my favourite word for today, by the way xd )

Anyway.. the reason for my tiny font.

You'd get bored if it was big. Yes, it's time for 'Dragon's Rants and Raves about Live and the Hole that the human race has dug for itself'
Whoopdie-doo rolleyes

Anyway.. as you can tell.. I'm not in such a good mood anymore mad
DISPITE listening to the entrie soundtrack of Les Mis on loop. Oh.. oops.. that doesn't help depression does it? sweatdrop Pretty much the whole of that musical is sad xd

ANYWAY... enough babblings.

I want to put a poem first (which, yes, was by me, and no, is not meant to be very good sweatdrop )

Masquerade

Everywhere I look
I see people.
Superficial People,
Who no one trusts
and no one likes.

So they adorn masks
And swirl around
Meeting new people,
Gaining their trust,
and striking them down, lying to them.

But they never show remorse.
They hide behind their masks
of understanding
and patience
Living their lives with fake smiles.

And still people hope
That by the end of this life
They will find the joy
They're waiting for
The love they know will never come.

And thus the circle continues
With faith,
and masks.
With joy, and sorrow
None of which is true.

That is life...
A lie
We don't know who to trust
Or what to believe
Yet we live through this.

We use our own masks,
And we hide
Until someone comes
And frees us from
This life...

This Masquerade.


Sorry that was long.. (*coughandbadcough* sweatdrop )
And.. just remember this.
These are my thoughts.
They are not going to be changed by people telling me my poem is bad. (which it is xd )

AAnyway.

I hope you see what I'm getting at.

Dishonesty.

It saddens me, to see people lie to their friends. To see people lie to their family, and their lovers.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we knew who to belive. If we could trust people not to make up stories just for the sake of it. If we could find someone who we could trust to tell us the truth. To know how it feels not to have to be suspicious of everything we're told.

But... I guess... all humans have faults. If we didn't, we'd just be faulty in our unorginality anyway. I know I'm not all that good at what I'm preaching right now either. I understand how it feels to be torn between looking good, or pointing out the truth to people.

I'm not asking for world peace. I'm not asking for equality (although that would be good too). I'm just asking... if people could try to be honest. If people could put just that tiny bit more effort into what they say, instead of letting all the tales and untrue rumors spread out of their mouths like vermin.

Hmm... edit ness. Every day I come along, realise my poem is bad, and change it sweatdrop
Hmm... yay xd

Anyway.. enough of the Emo stuff.

TOODLES!!!!!!! xd