Just Another Lonesome Day…

It’s strange what people do when there’s no one watching…When they’re alone, truly alone…Here’s an example if you don’t get what I’m saying…If someone was left alone in his house…He may get the urge to do something he doesn’t do often, such as…Taking off all of his clothes, Putting on a Cowboy hat…And pretending to be a naked Cowboy, Running around the house…Which may sound awesome…But really isn’t that nice…A bit too breezy...People really only show who they are when they’re alone…By nature…We put on a mask whenever we’re not alone…I sometimes doubt if we know who and what we really are…Just like an actor may actually believe that he’s no longer acting and that he’s now ‘living’ his role…So do we begin to ‘live’ our roles that we were cast for…Completely and blissfully unaware of what we really are…

Let me ask you this…How many people seem ‘fake’ to you…That they’re not who they really are…They make stuff up…The pretend to be nice or they pretend to be complete assholes…They pretend to be troubled or they pretend to be carefree…It’s really not a wonder that somewhere along the line…We began to believe that the only way we can truly fit in is…well…by pretending to be someone we’re not…

How to write a love letter...

Alright constant reader...For this little post...I'm going to actually enlighten you with something most people are familiar with...But haven't got a clue to do...
How many times have you stared at someone from across the room...She's the hottest, smartest thing you've ever seen...And you haven't got a chance in hell with her...Well...Maybe a letter from you might get her heart pumping...So I'm going to use a real letter I once wrote...But never got the chance to send because I was so shy...To show you guys how it's done...


Dear X,

You're probably who I am, Why I've sent this letter...Well...I've got a crush on you...And I hope to show you how I feel...I've wondered how long I can see you sitting there...So far away...Smiling, laughing...Until I got the courage to walk up to you and finally be the one to make you smile...I've wondered what it would take to finally get you off my mind...I've lain awake for nights constantly...Searching inside me for the courage to face my fears and walk up to you and express about how I feel...To tell you how much I care about you...About what you mean to me...But I've realized something...The thing I loved the most about your smile...Wasn't the the perfection in it...Or the way your whole faced lights up...It's me imagining my fist crashing into it...And your beautiful soft voice screaming in pain...Of you moaning softly...Of tears streaming out of those beautiful brown eyes of yours in raging streams that reminds me of an angry river...I want to take that beautiful face of yours...And paint it black and blue with my fist...I want to tie you...Just so I could cut you...Little by little...Painfully...
And if you should happen to gain a few pounds? Well don't worry...I'll still love you...But only after I've run you over with a steamroller...and used what's left of you as an ironing board...
I hope you die...You and your whole family...

Love and Respect,
WeirdGoat...


P.S. I'm usually a very nice person...But I just don't like you....


Well reader...We've come to the end...I hope you take this letter...And use it as an example when you're struggling to find the right words to say to that special someone...

An introduction into the mind of an Emo...

Day 1:

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to start writing about how I feel because no one I know understands me...I think I’ll write a poem about how I feel…

I feel so cold…

I am an empty shell…

No one understands me…

My only hope is death…

Please let me die…

Death is my escape…

Oh Diary…You’re such a good listener…

Day 2:

I hate the world…No one loves me…If someone loved me than everything would be alright…I just hope people will one day stop picking on me…All my friends hate me…

No one cares about me at all…

Day 3:

Dear Diary, I’ve recently met someone…She thought I was mature and smart…I think I’m in love…I think I have actually smiled today but it hurt because I had to use muscles I’ve never used before…From now on diary…I’ll use big words when I don’t need to because it’ll make people think I’m smart…I have also written another poem…

The sun is shining…

The birds are singing…

I did not slit my wrist today…

Day 4:

She was a lying whore…I hate her…I hope she dies…I even cut myself again…It turned out she stood me up…

She only said she liked me was because she wanted to see if I’d kill myself or not when she told me it was just a joke…

I’ll have to wear long sleeved clothes from now on…I don’t want her to get the satisfaction of looking at my scars…I think the muse has called again…

HATE HATE HATE!

DEATH DEATH DEATH!

I hope she rots…

I hope she dies…

I hate her…

Day 5:

I think I’ve found the reason of my problems…A book I’ve just read says that the reason I feel so lonely is because I’m better then everyone I know and that it’s conflicting with who I am…My friends are holding me back…And sexual frustration isn’t helping me either…

Day 6:

Dear Diary, I’ve just molested my cat…I don’t know what came over me…She just stared at me with those eyes and mewed at me…It set off some strange primal instinct of me…I don’t think things will ever be the same with my cat…

Day 7:

Dear Diary, I have seen that there is no point in living…

Marilyn Manson has told me that my only escape is death…I guess I’ll go overdose on the crate of Viagra I found…Well…While I’m waiting for the effects to take place...

Woe is me…

Life is lifeless…

Pain is painless…

Death is deathless…

Goodbye cruel world…

My erection is erectionless…

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Day 12:

I’m not dead…My parents always think they know what’s best for me…And they decided that dying wouldn’t be good enough for me…So they decided to rush me to the hospital…As is usual…They didn’t bother to ask me if I wanted to live or not…I mean…How can they be so insensitive?

Final Day:

The doctor is looming over my bed right now…He’s saying something about how he’s sick of us Emo’s…Never able to go the whole way…About how pissed off he is because we can’t kill ourselves properly…

He’s saying something about killing me…

Please God…Help me…I don’t want to die…I have so much to live for…

No…Wait a minute…What the hell am I saying?

I’m an Emo dammit…

I think I’ll write a poem while I wait for him to finish the job…

Pop & RnB...

I have recently realized that there are no differences between boy bands such as N’Sync or The Backstreet Boys and R&B such as R Kelly…The lyrics are just about the same…They sound the same too…And the only difference I could find is that R&B cannot be sung by white people…While one member in the band Blue proves that black people are indeed much more multi-talented than white people and can sing Pop music…

I'm hot...Seriously...

I have finally found a solution for global warming…On a local scale though…

We need a massive air-conditioner…You know…Like one the size of a mountain or something…Or maybe a skyscraper…Anyways…

We first build a giant dome around the area we want to cool…Then we place the Air-conditioner within it…

Tada…Instant cold…

Or we can shoot giant ice cubes at the sun…

World Cup Fever

I dislike the World Cup…It’s like a disease that sweeps through the populace…Making them shout out the names of countries they’ve never been to…And probably won’t be able to point out if they were given a map…Well it doesn’t end there…Their happiness is dictated by a ball…Yes that’s right…A ball will decide if you scream in joy…Or just sit there…Contemplating suicide…Why all the fuss? Seriously…Why?

I mean…Are people’s lives really that empty…I mean…I thought I was bored…But to wait 4 years just so you can watch people kicking a ball around for a couple hours everyday…For…I don’t know how long…Now that’s what I call boredom…Serious boredom…

Go watch grass grow or something…It’s probably more interesting….

Boredom...

Man oh man…This summer is turning out to be a drag…I mean there’s nothing at all to do…Our options involve…Going to the cinema to watch a movie with a bunch of hormone charged teens who seem to can’t stop screaming and laughing…Doesn’t matter that it’s just an advert…They still seem to find them funny…Doesn’t matter what kind of movie it is either…They still managed to make a joke out of it…

Or you can go to a café…And smoke sheesha if you want…Not much fun there either…

Hmm…Oh yeah…There’s MQ…But it’s just the mother lode of café’s…

City Center and Bahja…Those places are too far away and dull…Unless you love being stared at by horny strangers…Well, if that’s your type of place…There’s no need…Just go anywhere…People love to stare at you…Regardless of who you are…

I'm Disappointed

Well this pretty much sucks…As you all pretty well know by now…Yesterday was 6/6/06…In other words…The number of the devil or the apocalypse or something like that…Well I decided to pop me some popcorn, get me some coke and head to the roof to view the end of creation…Unfortunately nothing happened whatsoever…If the apocalypse happened and I just missed it…Then I’m pretty disappointed in the end of creation…I mean…C’mon…Just wipe out a country or something…I’m not asking for much…

Oh well…to wait until the next big thing…

Cycle of Truth

Jeez…You know that feeling…When you’ve messed up and you regret it…But it’s something that happened months ago and there’s nothing that you can probably do about it? Well I’ve been thinking…Does it really matter how long something’s been broken, won’t a late attempt at making things better…Won’t that be better than no attempt at all…To just sit there and say…I messed up…I hate myself for it…But I’m not going to do anything about it? Is that all that we are…Cowards?

Take a risk, you’ve got nothing to lose…Except maybe your disgust at yourself…And you’ve also got everything to gain…

Time to see if the cycle can be broken…