First of all, I'm happy Obama won.

But Prop 8 won also... which kinda sucks... It's not really to big of a deal and won't effect me... but I just feels wrong man.

For the record, Prop 8 in california will change the californian Constitution to ban gay marriage. I'm not gay, but I know people who are, and I'm kinda open minded about this sorta thing since I'm kinda alot wierder then gay people. And there are there have been gay marriages for a few years I think, so all those marriages may be forcefully broken up. It justs pisses me off!

I don't care to much about religion. I don't know if I'm athiest, but I believe that you should do what makes people happy. So I'm cool with most things in the bible. But then there's that part of it that says "No gays." which don't hurt anybody, anybody that believes otherwise I honestly believe to be a idiot. I don't have a problem if people are idiots, you can be an idiot all you want. I even like some idiots. But the idiot who fuck things up? They piss me off.

Infact, the reason I'm not a christian anymore is because I don't want to believe in a god who would send my friends and family, and alot of other good people, to hell over something so STUPID.

Seriously.

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That's my rant. On lighter news, Obama won. Whoohoo...

I hope he's as good as we need him to be as a president.

But everytime I make a journal entry, I never talk about anything because I'm afraid I'll say something stupid!

Raaargh!

BLOODALDEE! See? I'm not even using real words anymore. I must be insane.

But anyways, yeah. Right now my heart hurts. Not "Ow, I have been stabbed" hurts, but "Ow, I am sad" hurts. And I never really tell people when I'm sad, because I'm scared what people might think. When I was a kid, I got picked on, and then I cried, then I got picked on for crying! It was a bloody cycle. And now I hate letting people see me cry. And I can't tell people I'm sad without crying, so I do my very best to never tell anyone when I'm sad. But I can't just keep it inside forever! And since I'm sad and on deviant art, I decided to make a journal. And this time I actually wrote something, and that makes me happy, and so I'm less sad, so yay.

But another reason I don't want to tell people things is because I don't want them to feel sorry for me. When I was a kid, I became so anti social that the only time anyone was nice to me was because they were sorry for me. So don't feel sorry for me! Just be my friend and be supportive! That's all I need.

I feel embarressed saying all this, but whatever. It makes me feel better. But I have to go now. I'm not supposed to be on the computer, lol. Anyways, if anyone replies I'll try not to be to embarressed to reply back, I promise.

It's been 3 or 4 months since my last journal.

Anyways, I'm 18 now. Since January.

For some reason when I start making a journal, I just don't like to talk about anything. Mostly because my life sucks and I don't want people to worry about me. So don't worry about me. I'll make it.

Happy new year.

Climbing back on is the hard part...

So, hi! You probably know me, and may have wondered where I have been for the past few months.



Bad shit. For reals.

I have had no easy access to the internet for months, and no computer at all.

So, I've been meaning to make this message for a while. I don't want anyone to worry too much about me. Worry a little bit, but not to much. Just know that I'm alive, and that you'll hear from me again.

And I probably won't be able to reply to any replies, just in advance.

I CAN DODGE A BALL!

Dodgeball tournement. Tomarrow. After school.

I have assembled the greatest dodgeball team that anyone could possibly assembled. If the only people they could choose from went to chess club.

But good news! Two of the people on my team AREN'T from chess club! Out of eight! And I'm team captain, so they don't have to worry! Team "Fear our Awsome Balls" is going to rock. Rock hard.