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Why, why, die?
Depression still present. (Hoo boy, is it ever...) Maybe not the worst day of my life, but definitely a contender for the title. ...damn I'm feeling shitty...
last modified Mar 9, 2005 at 21:33
Hello, Its me again. No, i am not steve (sorry jesse if you were mislead). I am in fact a male individual who had an encounter with jesse some time ago. Jesse, im sorry if i had said anything to disappoint/discourage you. I feel like a bag of shit all the time. im kind of just waiting for somebody to punch me out and spill out my contents. Im quite worthless and i hope you dont feel how i do. Its just shit day in day out. FUCK i hate this dam fucking world. im not fucking crazy im just fucking realistic. why the fuck do all these people with potential get fucked up? sorry man, if i had my way i would fuck the people over who fucked me over. take care
Dear Mr. Idiot,
I'm am touched by your ode to one poor child's path in life, as I am sure many of us were. However, wouldn't it have been a little more encouraging to end with something like, "But Jesse, you are not that child"?
Just a thought riding on a different train, perhaps. Later days.
I acknowledge that you have a lot of spare time on your hands.
And Steve, that made me smile.
Ahha a chance to expression my views on you...you my friend. I am someone you know but you will never know that i wrote this because you would never expect it im afraid. Furthermore, my identify is subject to falseness. I want to point out that you are indeed quite a brilliant person. You have the capacity to accomplish a wide variety of things in your life time. You must find the strength within you to reach for these accomplishments, becuase the world is waiting for you to fulfill what you were meant to be. I wrote a poem in dedication to you and to all others who have found that their immediate environments are unable to satisfy their inner-most needs (and hence you must search elsewhere). It goes as follows:
Once upon a time, a child was born into the world And the clouds darkened, the sky brought forth rain The heavens mourned For this child was born special, to see and to feel the pain of the world "This child will try to escape the pain, the prickling and the wounds, you see...we cannot let this be" But it so went forth And as the child grew the child was different from the others in many ways, and could sense things others would never dream of in their nightmares
Please respond in some way to let me know that you acknowledge what I am attempting to put forth. By the way, take care, eh?
Dude, this is kind of random...
But do you remember that lunchtime in grade 11 after the band trip when we were listening to Radio by Ak3 in the music room? When Mrs. Lesk walked in just before he goes, "I've got a big, fat, fucking bone to pick with you my darling!"
That was awesome.
Why? That is the universal unanswered question. Why? Because. Die? Not a good plan, by any stretch of the imagination. Myself, I plan on living for a long long while yet, if only to prove that I can! Marie has the right of it. You've been through a lot Jesse, and you've made it through. And you can make it through whatever is going on now. And you are quite free to laugh at me as well if you feel so inclined! There is usually some reason too!
*hugs* Take care Jesse.
*hugs* Why die? because we don't much have a choice. Why live? Because you might as well screw the system and live before you die. Because you have everything in the world to live for. Because this world needs more people like you who appreciate what life gives you. You've lived through a lot... And now you'll live through these not-so worst days of your life. If not because you're living, then because you're laughing at me when I take your posts this seriously...
*hugs*
Massive hugs.
cheer up buttercup. i think that's the third day in a row that Geiger wore that shirt. he told my parents that im "brilliant" at parent-teacher interviews. moonshine_104@hotmail.com
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