Monday, December 22, 2008

Hello, Billie Jean and Faith-Hope-Love-Joy

It has come to my attention that I have a small audience now. Welcome to Faith-Hope-Love-Joy and Billie Jean, who have now started following my blog. That is wonderful. I am very glad my blog will be known by at least two people. That is very good. Yes.
Billie Jean, I do not like Three Doors Down because I don't really like to get into anything too mainstream. You know? I mean, they're not exactly mainstream and nothing against them or anything, their music is fine, but sometimes it's fun just to . . . do your own thing. I mean, I guess I don't LOATHE them, but . . . none of the music over there is by my favorite artists. So I hope I didn't offend anyone, but this blog IS for free expression.
And since I have an audience, however small . . .
I just might tell you the SECRET.
Small Evidence Created Randomly, Evidently importanT.
The SECRET, meaning how to yell and scream and stomp around without having to hold back. Or, what I find helpful (which is why I want to stay anonymous), is just saying things like this, so I'm going to do on my own blog what you will hopfully be doing soon: "Ranting".
This is kind of frustrating. I mean, I know that we're short on money. You don't really have to yell it in my face. And I miss that. I miss all that time. I want more time. I have a million different things to do. I want to start LIVING. I want to have a life, and family, and I want to be KNOWN. I want to have a different image. Right now, I'm just "that person" that no one knows. "That one girl" or "that weird boy". I want an IDENTITY. I want a different face. I want to be SPECIAL. Yes, that Special. I want my face and body to match what I am inside. But we can't even do that, can we.
There. That was an example. So get your ranting ready people, because here it comes . . . .
-I Wish I Hadn't/Wasn't/Couldn't

2 comments:

  1. No, no, you didn't offend me at all. I was just curious. Now, do we rant on YOUR blog or OUR blogs?

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  2. This is kewl. Here goes my rant. It blows that my parents ride me bout grades all the time like thats all there is to me. I still can't stay out after midnight even tho all my frends do. I've never made my bed and I'm never going to so why don't they give up on that already? Thats just for starters.

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