&&.Blare The Music && Fucking Scream Me A Song.

Start With An Intro Today I Think:

Crank Up The Music, Blind My Ear.
Your Opinon && Voice Is All I Hear.
So Fuck Up The Sound, && Trash
My Kind.
Drown Out The Trace Of You On My Mind.

Currently Seeking Refuge With Windows Media Player.
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Well Kido's && Eamonn. Shalom.
Update In Order According To Demand.
Technology. How Did I Survive Without It.
Recently My Computer Took A Snooze.
Overworked.
Don't We All Need A Break?
Today. Fuck Yes.
Why Don't Some People JUST GIVE IT A BREAK?
&& Why Is It, Certain Individuals Continue To Push My
Buttons When They Should KNOW THEIR LIMITS.

Today, I Uptained An 'A' For An English Essay For Our First Test Of The Year.
We Get Monthly Examinations.
Yeh I Know, Sucks Ass.
Anywho, I Was Lead To Believe The Essay Was...How You Say...Balls?
However I Receiving Alot Of Encouragment, An Applause && Tears So It Makes Me Wonder.
Are We Our Own Worse Critic?
Think. How Many Times Have You Looked In The Mirror && Thought
"I Can't Leave The House"
I Believe We Need Support Around Us, Whether Its A Boyfriend Or Friends To Back Up
Your Esteem At Times.
But How Can That Help When The First Thing They Do Is Jump To The Bad Points Without Sitting On The Fence Or Indeed On Your Side.
Which Brings Me To:

Are Some People Just Invented To Make Us Feel Less Of Ourselves?
Ruckus Had Noticed Some Attention Craving Shits Over The Past Two Weeks.
I'm Talking ''Me, Me, Me'' People.
Apparently They're Surrounding Us.
The Self-Obssessed Orbit Us At School, Work, Family Life && Indeed The Group Dynamic Of
The Social Elites&&Disfunctionals.
So Much So, I Sit && Higher Up My Music Till It Drowns Out Even The Sound Of Thoughts.


We're Brought Up To Believe We Should Love Ourselves
But There Comes A Point, && Its Clear To See,
Those Who Justify This Theory Too Litterally.
Even Close Companions. There Are Times When Others Cannot See It But Yourself
Which Leads To Think Are These People Actually The Insecure Ones Who Require The Attention, Or Is It Us?
Are We Simply Just Paranoid?


Rant Over?
You Can't Even Attempt To Grasp How Pissed Off I Am.

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