Writing an essay describing the world I live in and how its influenced me is not simple. I realy hate the fucking city I live in and I don't know any other way to describe it. It's a fucking piece of shit. I could sugar coat with some flowery adjectives but I don't think it'd be appropiate. Although I could just use a more positive tone yet it's incredibly difficult for me to do so. I'm just taking a break and tomorrow I'll edit and see what I could do.
People are really annoying, at least the people I happen to meet. Especially those that I thought would be a fine acquaintance or even better: a friend.
In government class I was discussing that we shouldn't make moral issues personal. For example with abortion I don't think about myself but of the women who need it as an option and not to take that right away. Besides I can't make babies.
So this is an essay prompt I've revised though I'm not quite finished. It's for a college and I want to finish it already. Feedback is appreciated and I'd like help in my closing paragraph.
"A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies" - Oscar Wilde
Othello and Iago. Dorothy and the Wicked Witch. The Autobots and the Decepticons. History and art are full of heroes and their enemies. Tell us about the relationship between you and your arch-nemesis (either real or imagined).
I have no idea on what to write about. The short story I was working on is falling apart after I made some corrections and forgot to include vital details. I don't know what to do. I am not feeling well.
On another note I think I'm understanding what it truly means to be a great writer. See, a writer's ultimate goal is to tell a truth about human nature but they can't tell us as a matter of fact. They lead the reader using reeses pieces, or details, in a path that ends with the truth. If a detail is missing, the reader is lost.
Well I'm not feeling suicidal anymore, I guess that's an accomplishment I'm most proud of for this week and maybe this month too. I went to my after school sociology class in another high school in the city. We had a debate about questions relating to religion and we had to defend various stances on the issue. One thing unsurprising was that many were extremely illogical when they argued. It's really a shame.
How do we read? -- "To learn about new things!" - I'm sure someone is thinking that right now. It's true: we do read to learn, but that's not the question. My english literature class is the toughest subject I'm dealing with this year even though I'm passing with a B. (It's an AP class by the way, which makes me a smart answer.) The teacher warned us to prepare for the wild ride. Unfortunately I'm hanging on the door of the car and it won't stop.
Dressing up for halloween isn't easy; especially when wearing face paint. And that's how it was for me. I dressed up as a mime along with two of my friends. We called ourselves the mime gang, or more sophisticated the mime troupe. It was really fun though we weren't entered into the contest which we thought we'd win. But it's alright.
I was watching an old Woody Allen movie and in the end he talks about how relationships are absurd and we keep going after them even though it usually ends with heartbreak. But he thinks it's because we want the eggs. And I agree. Since I've never been in a relationship I assume it's mostly taking by both people. Also I happen to think that we just use each other in relationships to save ourselves from loneliness and misery. What I'm trying to get at is we shouldn't take them seriously unless it's actual love which only 10% of people experience based on a study I just made up.
Well, well it's the season to apply for colleges! Woohoo! Finally I can escape my crappy life, or at least try to. One of the problems is I have to brag about my accomplishments, goals, etc. Thing is, I can only brag about being alive after several suicide attempts... So for now I shall try thinking positively, though I might not do so good.
I think I'm understanding an aspect of absurdism or what absurdism almost means. Granted I am still unfamiliar with certain parts of it, but bear with me. For instance it's absurd to search for the meaning of life because there is no meaning. There never will be. Seeking the meaning of life only results in subjective conclusions yet many believe life has a meaning even when they can't find it. That's absurd.
Will write a journal in a few days, if anyone cares.
Allow me to tell you a story that happened a few days ago.
A day ago, I can't remember when, I found a white hair strand next to my thick black hair. After scrambling to find it I pluck it out even though I've been told it's a no-no because it will grow back or more will grow. Whichever sounds more frightening. As for having found it, I'm not surprised. For as long as I can remember I've usually been a nervous person that is prone to breakdowns. This month it's been only one which is essentially a good thing. And it was only for a minor altercation between mama and I. It ain't as bad as you'd think. To be honest, I had it coming.
Hello everyone I am back after my self exile. I kid, I've just been busy with school work, working on getting excellent grades. That's an excellent goal I have. Anyway since I don't have much to write I thought I'd share my very first act I've wrote all by myself. The title is the title of this journal entry. I wrote it for a contest in my english class. We had to write an act about books and I did this piece. I won third place. The person who won first wrote about a girl character who read books that took her to different worlds and she learned morals and all that nonsense.