Woke up to a beautiful day at sea then a boat crashed into us. Dad took care of those filthy landlubbers. And by take care of I mean chopping 'em up and throwing 'em overboard! That was fun to watch.
Ugh! Men are such pigs! I was cooped up all day on the ship doing chores and those bilge-sucking "pirates" took a fancy in whistling and hollering at me. They've done it before and they do it all the time but it's high time I show 'em who's in charge around here. Okay, so I may not be completely in charge but Dad doesn't approve of them looking at me like that either. But I didn't tell Dad about today, he's got enough on his plate.
I heard Dad playing his organ all night last night. Something must be bothering him. I'll be sure to stay out of his way.
The seas were calm today so I took a swim with me favorite squid, Squishy. It was incredible! We dove deeper than we had before and we found some lost jewels! I'll be keeping those to meself; I don't w
=/as i see some people forgot me or don't really like/love my artworks anymore and it hurts. but i see the happiness on other people's pics and i have doubts: do they still love my artworks or not anymore?More Like This
i feel this since i'm not really a good artist, who has so clear, photoshop-made PPG pictures, which have much better quality than my pics. and if you didn't forget me, please fav.
Something AbnormalDo you believe inMore Like This
Something, you cannot simply say
With being disgraced far and wide?
Something, you know is right,
But you'd have shame put upon you if you did?
We all have something to say.
If only we were not to afraid to speak up.
I... Just Cried.. (Read All)For the first time in almost a full year... Yet, for my first time ever... It was tears of actual joy.. I never even thought those were possible! IMore Like This
I was listening to "Wake Me Up When September Ends" By: Green Day, and just a rush of memories from old friends, and even new ones came flooding into my mind.. Yet, also for the first time, they were good, happy memories... Never before have a flow of spontaneous, joyful thoughts work their way into my head.
It all made me think, everything I thought of:
Who am I really helping by leaving?
Yes, no more stress from the problems I receive, yet, not only am I no longer there for you who need me, I can no longer do what I love... And that is to help people..
So, yes, I am staying, and with more ambitious, brighter outlooks on situations at hand.
That girl (Or guy...? not too sure) that posted the journal about me, let them have their own opinion. Honestly, they seem pretty hurt, and not used to rejection, and by telling by how easily
Pie and Eggs.Part one.More Like This
Emo"Why do you cry over such the littlest things?"More Like This
"Why wear dark clothing all the time?"
"Why must you bleed yourself all the time, you pain loving freak!"
"Wouldn't you too if you were put down,
Had shame thrown upon you over anything you do,
And no one there to lend a hand?"
"Why bring color into such a sad, sad world?
Do you not see all the pain people endure,
Are you that blind to the light before you?
What if it is just our style?"
"Do you not know the suffering we put up with,
Day after day,
Week after week?
We all need a bit of distraction,
And don't think of it as uncommon either,
For I bet many you know have done it as well."
Why, why must we be so put down?
Why must society exclude us,
Only because we are different?
Why do people hate what they call "Emos"?