I don't get something. Why is it that when you like a band or an artist and someone else doesn't, they feel obliged to put you down? It's one thing not to like a certain band or artist but it doesn't mean you need to be degrading towards them or the people that do like them. How 'bout you let me live and I'll let you live. Deal? I don't see why calling someone who doesn't like the same stuff as you a loser would make you happy. I don't see what it brings you. 'Cause if it brings you pride or happiness then just go ahead and comment away. I just won't let it affect me. Because that would be giving you the power that you want so bad, and I won't allow myself to do that. I will stand a taller and smarter person and I will rise above this childish attitude. I'll let you think you're all hot shit when really all everybody's thinking is how pathetic you are. So this text is to everyone who thinks they have the right to put down somebody else because of who they are and what they like.

so many questions

Why is it, in life, that there are so many questions no one has answers to? If man is as smart as he is said to be, isn't he supposed to have the answer to virtualy everything? Are there things that we know from the second of birth or even from inside the womb? For example, does an embryo recognize its mothers voice and react to her feelings? Are we aware of our own death? Does anyone have the proof that you're soul does in fact go somewhere once it has left your body? Who really knows if once you die, you are aware of it and who really knows if there is such a thing like heaven or hell? So why do people believe in God and in everything he stands for? I mean, if there isn't anything after death, are these people who believe in the after-life going to be aware that they have believed in something that does not trully exist? And I'm saying all this hypothetically because these are questions I ask myself often. I honestly admit in sometimes doubting in the existance of a God, of a Devil, of a heaven and for that matter of a hell. Yes, I doubt in all these things momentarilly just like I momentarilly doubt in my purpose, in all of our purposes, in this life and in this world. Why are some born healthy and some ill? Is it all just a matter of luck? Why are there so many sad events happening all around this world? Why doesn't the human race, as smart as it supposidly is, stop being dumb and have wars and kill eachother and make others so miserable in order to have more and more power? Because this is the only true reason for all the bad in the world: thurst for power. If so many people around the world believe in gods and saviors, why is there so much hate? Do we not know that nothing good ever comes from fighting? Have we not seen with all that has happened in the past that hatred and rejection will never solve anything? If we are so smart, why don't we put two and two together and start acting like civilized humans and make this world a better place? Everyone has a part to play in this. Whether it is the teenager that stops bullying another kid because he's different, or whether it is a powerful figure in one of the countries of this world that decides not to attack another country "because they deserved it". Every single one of us is responsible for every single action we do or don't take. From recycling to try and help to save our environment to volenteering in our community.

well, I think I'm done for tonight...but don't worry, I'll be back.

Lost and found

I was lost and now I'm found. That's such an overrated sentence. It should be banned for ever.Anyways, that's not what I came here to write about. You see, I'm a pretty boring person. I rarely take risks and if I do, I make sure they're the smallest possible. I rarely do really, Jackass type, stupid and crazy stuff. I make sure nothing goes wrong and no one gets hurt. Even if it means that I get put behind or pushed aside. I rather others be happy at my expense. But you see, when it comes to you, I feel like taking a chance. Taking that giant leap of faith into the unknown. I feel like getting over the fact that I'm shy. I feel like going up to you and saying hi and just being around you. I feel like taking control of my life and getting over myself. I want to laugh and cry and just flat out talk with you. About anything, really. I don't even care. I just find it amazing how you can always find a way to make me laugh. And I'm impressed every single time. And it makes it harder not to care every single time.

You know what? I just have to do this.I have to talk to you. I have to figure this out. Just this time, for my sake. I just have to.

give me a freaken break

Am I such an idiot?
Do I look that freaken dumb?
I keep on running after you.
All I do is try to help.
But finally you find some excuse.
And you just decide not to show up.
I wasted so much fucken time and energy on this.
I can't let it be this way.

You know what?
I'm done.
I'm out.
Screw all of this.
It's not even worth it.
So why do I even care?

I must have a fucken neon sign over my head that says that I'm an idiot.

existance

The existance of this blog is simple. I got the idea from looking at Jacob Hoggard's blog. Everything he writes on there is just amasing. He truely is an inspiration. I actually got the chance to meet Jacob and the rest of Hedley last night. I wasn't disapointed at all. I've been a fan of Jacob's since 2003 and I've wanted to meet him ever since. Jacob, Tom, Chris and Dave are really nice guys. Basically this is a blog for me to do just like Jacob : put whatever I'm feeling into words and post it on here. I'm fully aware that whatever I write won't even be anywhere close to how good what he writes is...but I don't care. And, hey, there's always a delete button right?

hope you enjoy.

love.

.Punky. .Poet.