THAT GUY

Thursday, April 7, 2011, 3:33 PM | back to the top.

I hate that whenever I see you I die inside. And I hate that you don't care.

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Tuesday, April 5, 2011, 1:12 AM | back to the top.

I really envy those who are religious for some reason. Whenever they come to some kind of major decisive moment in their life, they will always have religion behind them to help support them. For people like me we are generally on our own in these moments. We don't have that satisfaction of knowing there is some sort of devine being helping us along. And I wish sometimes that I had the gift of fate to believe that there is some kind of God. It would make things so much clearer for me. I mean I've tried being a buddhist like my dad, but to be honest I had a rough time properly thinking over the concepts. Then tried Christianity like my mum, but it's one of those religions where you have to accept things for what they are, and I just didn't have the faith I suppose. Answers is something I need, but is religion the place to find it?

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I hate that you are completely uneffected. You don't even care.

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Monday, April 4, 2011, 12:29 AM | back to the top.

Just found this on a random blogg.

"Let me tell you this: If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."

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Sunday, April 3, 2011, 2:55 AM | back to the top.

Never has a song ever quite definitely summed up my life atm.

Before the beginning - John Frusciante. (The song I have placed a few posts back)

It has no lyrics, just pure drums and guitar. And it is beyond words to describe.
9 minutes of pure emotion, nothing else. And it isn't that "play as many notes in 30 seconds" kinda song. It is just purely emotion. It is the only way I can describe it.
And for some reason it gets to me. Just something I suppose I can connect to, and I understand it. Now I truly understand the capabilities of the guitar. It is a voice, not an instrument. It talks, it converses with you. This just shows how amazing John Frusciante is. For those who don't know who he is, he was the ex-guitarist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers (my second favourite band). I hold so much respect for him. The amount of pain he has gone through in his life really shows in this. A sole guitar calling out in emptiness.
And this song just sums me up completely atm.

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Saturday, April 2, 2011, 6:45 PM | back to the top.

I guess I can't do anything now. What's done is done.
Would I want to change what has happaned? Yes.
But in the end I guess I just have to move on.
Hoping that one day things will balance itself out.
It was my decision, I have to stick with it.
Goodbye.

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