The tears the shed. Like a rainy morning.
It has been a while. But I feel it is time to come back here and scribe my journey through this mortal plane.
You could say alot has happened... or nothing. It's all empty. Desloate.
I was in the supermarket earlier this week, and I saw some kids wearing some Nike stuff. Foolish consumerist whores. They're like the sheep of society. It tells them what to buy and they do it. They don't understand what it is to be an indervidual, someone unique. They're all the same.
Their narrow minds will never understand.
Well, I have been listening to alot of Staind these days. They really reflect alot about who I am.
My family tried to get me to wear some brand name clothes they other day. I opposed. I'm not going to buy some cotton in the shape of a shirt from some multinational conglomerate. I will just buy black shirts, or shirts that have bands like Staind on them so everyone will know what I'm about.
I have more to say, but my heart is growing heavy now, so I will call it a night.