The world is MINE!

"Blessed [are] the meek: for they shall inherit the Earth."

-Matthew 5:5

There's a city not too far from here
On a lake made out of wine and tears
That smells of scallops and scallion slices
It contains all my virtures and my vices

Why?

Why do I always get this looming feeling before finals start, that I'll die before they begin? It happens every year... Is dying easy? Why am I so shy, yet I always seek attention? Why must I do everything alone? Why can't anyone understand me? Why am I so weird? If I wanted to kill myself, could I go through with it? Why is there a poster of Orlando Bloom still on my wall? Why do I pretend to certain things? Why was I born? What is my destiny? What if I have no destiny? Why do I think it's weird every time a friend tells me they never want to get married? Why can't I let go? How can I be so bad at certain things (like violin and acting) yet I keep trying? Why am I always so uncomfortable? Why do I feel like everyone hates me, or finds me annoying, or an inconvenience?

Why should I care?

Ethos

No one's really using my forum yet... :'(
I have 5 members (including myself),
and I'm the only one who really posts anything.
Kinda hard to have a forum
and try to talk to people
when no one will respond...

As I was waking up this morning
I dreamt of sand pyramids
crashing into my wall like ocean waves
trying to bring me back to sleep.

I found Dwight!

You write, I read your letters every night.
...All right, I skim them just to be polite.

I hope I like Fall Out Boy,
because Kelly just burned me
3 CDs! :D

The Pros and Cons of breathing. Pros: You live. Cons: What if you want to die?