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REFLECTION

The reflection of one's self says so much. You don't just see a face. You see expression; you see emotion, and meaning. But what if what you see in the mirror expresses nothing. A dull and blank existence looking back at you. You see no direction, no self. Just another object in the room reflected by a a shiny surface. All hope is gone and the life that ticked inside a once important member of society is invisible.

If you see no existence in your own eyes, how can anyone else. You're aware of what's going on around you but helpless to stop it and weak because you know you haven't tried. Self-hate and procrastination take over like an addictive drug.

Where do you go from here? Does it really matter? After all, I'm nothing in this huge world of complications, misunderstanding…confusion. I'm not even a dot on society. What now? Things never make since, and if for some reason they do, contradiction sets in and turns morals in the opposing direction.

Reflection. This word means shit to me. I now ban it from my vocabulary along with promises, love, circumstance, and good-byes.

 By. Sara

The inspirational comment of the day is >>>

So my dad has become..well obsesses with Chuck Norris/ Walker Texas Ranger… So every night for two hours he invades the dinning room to watch 2 episodes with the volume full blast. If you call my house between the hours of 7 and 9 you will probably here the theme song in the background.

In the eyes of a ranger,
The unsuspecting stranger,
Had better know the truth of wrong from right,

'Cause the eyes of a ranger are upon you,
Any wrong you do, he's gonna see,

When you're in Texas, look behind you,

'Cause that's where the rangers gonna be.

I figured that some Chuck Norris facts would be appropriate……

#1. Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

#2 A blind man once stepped on Chuck Norris' shoe. Chuck replied, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Chuck Norris!" The mere mention of his name cured this man blindness. Sadly the first, last, and only thing this man ever saw, was a fatal roundhouse delivered by Chuck Norris.

#3 To prove it isn't that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.

#4 Whenever Chuck Norris's wife asks him nicely to do the dishes, he throws them in the garbage and tells her she looks fat.

#5Filming on location for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a stillborn baby lamb back to life by giving it a prolonged beard rub. Shortly after the farm animal sprang back to life and a crowd had gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked the animal, breaking its neck, to remind the crew once more that Chuck giveth, and the good Chuck, he taketh away.

#6 Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking Indian

#7 Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing his finger and saying "BOO-YAH"

#8 Chuck norris isn't hung like a hourse... Hourses are hung like Chuck Norris

#9 n an average living room there are 1,242 objects Chuck Norris could use to kill you, including the room itself.

#10 Chuck Norris punched a woman in the vagina when she didn't give him exact change.

Ps... RIP Dime Bag

Dear mom & dad -
if it makes you happy, then I am fine.
if it makes you sleep at night, I am not suicidal.
If it helps you stay ignorant, the scars that lace my body are not proof of how much self hatred boils inside me.
If it keeps you from abandoning me, I am not crazy.

Ever get tired of doing the same things over and over again everyday? My days have become so routine that I feel like a damn robot. I am almost 16 years old. I should be doing something new every fucking day and having a great time. And half of the time I am, but the other 50% of the time I’m thinking of what I should be doing other than actually doing it. I’m probably the biggest procrastinator I know. Anyone have any suggestions of a cure for laziness? It would be deeply appreciated.

High school is flying by. It’s depressing as hell. I guess it’s pretty pathetic that I am hitting a mid-life crisis at 15. Can you imagine how bad I’m gonna be when I’m 30. God damn, I might as well put myself out of my misery now before I have a break down in 5 years.

Well I’m out, Maybe I’ll go run a marathon or something.

sara

Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play. It will program your phone auto dial to call only 0898 numbers. This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

In my xanga site, I put and inspirational comment at the end of every entry, here are all of them that I have used so far.....
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I Carved your name into a bullet, so that you'd be the last thing going through my Head

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