I have come to the conclusion that I'd rather be beaten half to death for a friend, than to treated like royalty by a stranger. That may make little sense, just I'm sure to some people, it means the world.
When I made this blog, well more of an account at the time. I just wanted to comment on Keltie Colleen's blog, because she was fucked over and I felt the need to get my two cents in. My two cents has now turned to millions. My words appear to be priceless, literally. They mean nothing, but then they mean everything. I can say something with more depth and meaning than anyone else. But if someone tells her she's a great dancer, she replies to them.
I don't think she understands why some people post. I post for a reason, I want this reason to scream through empty hallways, I want my words to get stuck in the back of peoples minds forever. I'm right too much for people to ignore me anymore. You'd be an idiot not to take my advice at this point in time.
To continue onto why I started blogging. I wanted to share my opinions, but now it just looks like someone threw up on my blog then tried to keep the scent away with baking soda. The first couple blogs were likes spills of true emotionally opinions, they mean a lot to me. They are how I feel, and I would die to defend them.
Nothing feels right anymore. I can't find what to write anymore. Lacking creativity I must be.
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