WHY ARE YOU SO FRUSTRATING.

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When I pray

I believe someone is listening.

Someone, anyone.

And they tell me "its all for the best"

and Candide may disagree and I may be too optomisitic but there isn't one person

who can make or break you.

Maturity is realizing you are responsible for yourself.

Prayer is the perfect excuse

to justify the voices in my head.

Next Chapter.

This is supposed to be the Next. Chapter.

Not a continuation of what we have now.

I don't want to be in high school forever.

We all grow up at some point.

All I know is

I'm ready for the rest of my life.

Technology

is going to destroy the world.

Robots taking human jobs

microwaves giving humans cancer (the scientists haven't figured this one out yet)

social networking sites creating lack of real life connections

computers designed to simulate the emotions of mankind (the government doesn't want us to know about this one yet)

I think we would be wiser

as I type these words

to step back

away from monitors and microwaves and modern necessities

and think for ourselves

before the right is taken away without us realizing it.

I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right

We are both too weird

this will never work

I don't know what more to say to you

and you don't know what to say to me at all.

Today

was the worst

I am so on the edge about everything:

college

friends

boys

school

If you said boo to me

I would break down at this point.

I want all this college stress to be over.

I live on da edgee

DiVaZZ