juliekristine

Everyone's gone now.
I can't solve my problems going back,
I just have to push forward through it all, and this time
by myself.

Exit here.

I feel like i've been shut in a box or a month. That's exactly how bluntly I'm putting it. Because this is all about being blunt. This is a letter to anyone about everthing I need someone to hear.

Here I am sitting in a momentarily deserted house just staring into space. I sit on this chair, one leg dangling over the other and i am completely still as the world seems to be falling apart around me. Lately, I've been trying to peice life together peice by peice, and as i put the peices together, they drift apart again. I'm a sailor lost at see on the tiniest little raft and it's breaking down.
Soon I will be drowning in the ocean. I will say my prayers and swallow so much water, I will then fall to the ocean floor and be killed by the pressure.
As my life flashes before my eyes I won't have a single tear running down my face.
Because my life wasn't worth crying over.

At this moment, I am the most useless person I know.I pick up a bottle, but it's not worth it. I pick up a safety pin and it's no use. I'm still peeling flakes of skin off the curling iron, and it's rusting over anyway. What good are these things to me anymore. It won't get me to the places I want to be any faster. It won't take me out to sea any sooner.
Maybe this is a mood swing. But it's a long one.

I wonder where you are.
Wonder if i even crossed your mind.  You're the person I'm suposed to trust with my secrets? You're the person that had helped me through?
Well, where are you now?
Thought you even slightly cared?
Well, I'm clean now, don't worry. Not like you would have. Congradulations, I won't be sticking around for you. I'm gone. Call when you 'need' me. No, don't call. Just don't. I'm not crawling for you/

You with the light hair, the one who promised me a forever of brotherhood. Where are you now? Is she more important? Thought I was the most important person in your life? Yeah, I've had enough let down in this lifetime, but from you? You? I trusted you. With my life.I looked up to you like I would an older brother. A family member that cared. You aren't around anymore. Did I screw this up?
Why do I feel like I have so many words to say to you, but can't? Why can't I talk to you like I used to. It used to be so easy. I ran to you for consolation. Real consolation. Because you were the only person who would give me that.
I needed that. And now I need it more than evern, and where are you?
Sucking face with some girl that barely knows you. And when you break up, will you run back to me? Will I be important then?
No, I won't be. I flatter myself. Sorry.

The twins of my life, how easily come and go from your life?
Wish I'd known before. Before I let you be a part of mine. Permanent but fading like a bad tattoo. Sorry I hoped for something more.

Will any of you miss me when I leave your lives?
So much for forever.
I don't want your pity, your sympathy, your empathy
I just wanted you to stick around.

You with the straight smile, you never thought a thing.

Am I the fool? Yes.
Do you sleep better blocking me from your thoughts?
Am I part of reality? Do I only exist as a ghost.

Reflection in the window, are you the same girl?

Until it all starts over again. Until my life goes back to a track. A scheduled track. I have to make choices I don't want to make. I have to deal with people I don't want to even look at.
And really, I do like highschool. I'm a sophomore now, no longer a low lifing freshman, if 'lifing' isn't a word... sorry. It seemed to fit.
I don't have to see his face anymore, what a relief. He was always strutting down the hallway with his 'big hips' LOL and his pout. His pout looking like an upside down V, and his totally fake personality spilling out all over the friends I made that he stole, drowning them in his 'scene' personality.
How rude of me to go off about that, but in all honesty, I was only friends with this person because we were mad at my very best friend. And he tried to worm his way into that and turn us into a couple of monsters. He got his wish. He made us wish he was never in our lives. And he's not in hers. And... well, I've cut off, but he still bothers two of my close friends.
Kind of wish they'd realize sooner what a joke he is. They will someday, I guess.

But in trade for him, life gives me this joke... this girl that never leaves me alone. This underclassman that is always haunting me. She knows everything about me that she can get her hands on. She logs on other's myspaces to look at my profile and picture. And she reads through all my photo comments, and goes through every person on my friend list and comments. I blocked her, but it isn't as safe as it could be. For all I know, she could have found some brilliant way to get to this.
And then she has the nerve to tell all of her little classmates that I copy her....
But they know none of it's true.
She rapes my personality and my styles and claims that I copy her.
And now I have to look at her greasy face with tons of moles on it.
Her fat ass in the jeans I wear.
And all I can do is laugh, and pray to god she doesn't try to talk to me.

Always that person trying to get in at me. Trying to prove something to me.
It's absolutely disgusting to me.

I'm so worried about my grades that I don't need a war going on. I don't need the drama she'll bring in by the boatload. Worried about having to make an A in every class or say goodbye to my music career.
Afraid I'll never amount to anything at all. It gets to me like it does now.
And I have this shit interfering?
Haven't I been violated in my life enough?
This is ridiculous and no, I won't stand for it. It can't get to me.

I have to make sure it doesn't.

Walls going up. More trust issues. Feeling more alone, growing more distant every single day.
It makes me sick, but it happens.

Today was pretty cool. I guess waiting through all the shit brought today.
Of course, it hardly makes up for any of it, but today was good anyway.

Oh, today I got a twitter. It's http://twitter.com/hihellojulieand i am totally obsessed with it. Follow me? Follow me please?
I made my best friend get one too.

Speaking of, I got my best friend back today after a VERY long week. And before that a very annoying series of arguments, mostly on my part.
I'm a difficult person. I really am sorry for the shit I've put him through. The other day I was scrolling through some sort of argument, (Probably depressing myself further, nice job.) and I'm pretty sure I was being unnecessarily mean. Which is typical for me. I wish I could apologize about that, I don't think I remember what it was over, even. But I know I was being harsh. Want to apologize, but I know I probably did already years ago when it happened, and if I apologized now he would be like "WTF, It's cool? You're awkward." Maybe not the last two words, but yeah. Lulz.

There's supposed to be meteor shower between 12-5 this morning... this night. Yeah. I might actually stay up for this one, which I never do. Maybe I'll sit out on my roof tonight. It might me nice. Or it might not be, and it'll still be hot as bals, pardon my french.
Which will probably suck for me tomorrow, because we're going on a trip and will probably have to leave early for it, and i will have been up. Lululul, I'm a loser. Sleeping through a waterpark tomorrow, i look forward to it.

Oh, and I read a friend's blog about life, and it sort of made me smile. She talked about how her mind wanted to acheive something instead of lazing around, and how she doesn't care what people think, and about how close she wants to be to people. I never thought of her as a person that would sit and write something like that out but I'm pretty proud of her. Proud that she would write something like that and exceeded more than three paragraphs. Haha, that was mean. I love her lots.

I'm singing at my voice teacher's and grandparent's  church the 16th. It's just a church but I'm totally nervous. I know a lot of people go to that church, maybe two hundred and fifty, and I know that's the most I've had to sing in front of so I know I'll go up there and probably not know any of the words. Booyah, embarassment here I come. Apparently the music director there is just thrilled to have me sing. I bet Amy put him up to it. She braggs about me. I know she does. I think her voice teacher is supposed to be there, and she taught her and my aunt Debbie. ...Who will also be there, which is more intimidating, because my aunt is a proffessional singer and that really puts the pressure on. Oh yeah, wish I could actually break a leg and have to sit in a hospital room that morning instead of possibly embarassing myself, ahahhahaha

Glad I can re assure myself that I'm not such a hard assed jerkface on the inside like I am the outside.

I dreamed of a life that was perfect, and it never happened.
I grew up turning into a person without a life. A person that would hurt and lie and cheat and steal.
She's got no ambition and no personality of her own. She's a shell with blood in it.

I dreamed of having a life where I'd grow up, get out and make a name for myself. Have someone to speak to whenever I needed them, perfect friends and perfect personalities.
I dreamed of a life where I was happy and carefree, I was responsible about everything,
I dreamed of having control.

I wanted t go everywhere and see everything there was out there
I only see the night sky from my rooftop at night.
Early morning.
I hang out with the spiders up there.

I dreamed of being fearless and being strong and stable.
I had everything right and knew everything to do.
Where to be and who with.

I live in a house
middle class neighborhood.
I have material items but that's all.
It's not the life I dreamed of, but for others it might be.
And I'm happy with what I have but I wonder what things could be.

For me, love is a lot of things.

Love is
My friends, the ones that help me through my hard times.
Music.

My favorite band, 1997.
Kerri Mack, Kevin Thomas, And Caleb Pepp's voices.

My favorite part of the song "Sleep Well" by Lydia
Where Mindy White sings, "Somebody draw the sun, oh, those states made me distant. Tell me it's alright, tell me it's better."

It's when you can relate to someone close. When you can share things with someone.
It's when you understand how someone else feels.
It's when you hink about someone in need, or help them, or pray for them.
When you can say anything to a person. And they'll never tell.

Secrets. Love is about secrets that are kept safe in the hearts and minds of those who would never tell them.

Love is about the selflessness of people towards each other.
Love is about forgiveness, and care and hope and faith.

It's when someone sacrifices things for people.

It's hugs and high fives and pinky swears.


It isn't sex or material items. Birthday presents. It's the thought.

Love is a thought.


It's hard to forgive someone that beats you down. I have someone lately that's only used me my entire time of knowing them. They used me for music and for sitting around in my basement watching my tv and mooching off of my friends.
Then they have the gall to tell me I mooch their friends?
Then they ignore me.
Lie to me.
All but friendly.

And they have the balls to turn around and talk to me like I don't hate their guts.

But I take a breath and forgive.
But never forget.

Never forget because it's a waste of your time
letting someone that hurt you or used you
back into your life.


Also, I have never liked Breathe Carolina.
Something about their screams falls flat and they electro pop everything up and say it's real music.
I know a lot of my friends like them.
I know a lot of people listen to them to fit a label too.


I don't want to fit a mold. I want to be my best self.
I want to be honest with myself and never hold back on how I feel.
I'm trying to be the good twin that's been locked inside these bones.

Also, I will not straighten or blow dry my hair any more until school starts.
Scout's honor, gotta get my hair healthy. Gotta.


Hope you're all well.

it was around nine thirty when i opened my eyes. ther sun was coming through the crooked blinds on the window. I could look down at my arm and trace the scars on them with my eyes. Close them again and roll over in the dirty bed. Another day of silence. Not a soul around.

I finally slip out from under the stained sheets and walk over to the dusty vanity, looking at myself in the mirror, which is usually a dissapointment. I pull open an empty drawer and realize I haven't washed any clothes in weeks. I open the door and it makes it's wretched squealing sound as it swings on the hinges, barely hanging on by just some last peices of rust by now. I see the window at the end of the hall has been broken and the peices of glass are scattered over the landing of the stairs. I haven't left my room for days and dying to get out.

I could feel the glass sinking into my skin as I made my way for the stairs, and I didn't hold back a scream when the old nail that as sticking out of the board of the top stair sunk into the ball of my foot. I limped down the rest of the stairs where I had to move out of the way of the fallen door that used to protect my family from anyone trying to break in.

I turn the faucet in the hallway bathroom and not a drop of water runs out. I'm desperately thirsty, there's a bad taste in my mouth from breathing through it all night.

I leave the wreckage that it my house and see that the grass in the front yard has grown past my waist. The whole world is silent, there isn't a single bee buzzing. No flies. No worms in the dirt. Everything has abandoned this place. I look in the garage and both of my parent's cars are still there. Everyone's gone and dead, but there are no bodies. I'm alone.

I'm losing feeling in my left foot, the one I stepped on the nail with. I lay down in the tall grass. They say when you're lost you should stay in one place until someone finds you.

There was nothing but silence as I closed my eyes. I somehow managed to trick myself into hearing a car rolling down the road, but if there was it was to late. I couldn't move.

Maybe it was my imagination.

Maybe it was supposed to be like this.

Maybe it was the end of the world.

Sometimes I feel I'm being so fake. I feel like I have to be some pretty person to be noticed. I know some people are so against the barbie doll look, they hate when someone tries to fit a mold and try to be someone they aren't. Some people believe in being accepted for who they are and not what they look like. I wish I were one of those people more than anything, but I know deep down I won't ever accept myself. No matter how much makeup I wear or how much weight i lose, I'll just be running from myself. The biggest monster in my life as of late.

I have a twin. She lives inside of me and sometimes she steps out to say things like this. The other twin is what people usually see. Someone so insecure about herself. Someone that keeps their head down to hide their face, to slide past unnoticed. The good twin stands up for what she believes in. She doesn't want to be pretty or have tons of fake friends that like her for who she looks like. She doesn't want to fit a mold, she wants to be herself, and she's so confident about it. She made amends with the monster raging on the inside.

But here's the other twin and se hates herself and her friends, even the real ones. She ditched her 'ugly' friends when she entered highschool, she traded them in for the 'pretty' friends she never talks to anymore because to them she's an ugly person, and it's a mean cycle. There's a bitter, mean monster raging and it's manipulated her into being so cold and she's dead. She's dead to everyone that was important to her and she's dead to the friends that used to accept her for who she was. The friends she was comfortable around.

And when I look at people I think are 'ugly' i assume that they're slobs. That they smell and are stupid and just everything else about them is completely wrong. And I'm mean to them, and even worse, I'm mean to people who are mentally disabled. And I hate myself for it. No one deserves to be treated the way I've treated some people. God, I look over this last year and I wish I could erase it. I lost myself completely, and it didn't even phase me that I was actually living a life that wasn't mine. All I've done this past year is judge and hate and cry. My life is devoid of any love or happiness or trust. i'm miserable because I want all this material shit that will never get me anywhere in life...  And I keep wanting more.

Only lately have I been trying to accept myself but it's so damn hard. I've been being someone I'm not for so many days months weeks. 24/7. I don't even take my makeup off before i sleep because god forbid the last glimpse of myself in the mirror before i shut off the lights be ugly. Really. I find it so hard to live with myself sometimes, and sometimes I would rather be dead. Sometimes life just isn't worth living. It's my own personal hell.

I know that I think for myself so much. I always only think about myself. God, it's a horrible feeling. I wish I could trade places with some starving person just to see what it's like to have nothing. I wish everything could be taken from me so I would know what it's like to have nothing but the clothes on your back. I don't need all the books and the cds. I don't need ethan allen furniture in my bedroom and flowers painted on my walls. No. I need love. Everything else I just want. The clothes, the movies, the makeup. My mother spends so much money on makeup for me to cake on my face monthly. Yes, I feel guilty for living the way I do. The life of luxury is nothing, because deep down it doesn't make you happy. It makes you satisfied for a few moments, but when the moment is gone it's nothing. It's not worth the little moment. But love is forever.

And I've been blind. I've had the love i needed forever and I ignore it. So many people care about me and i blow them off. Am I a terrible person? Yes. Can I change? Yes.

So now I'm trying to be the good twin. It's my main goal in life right now.

Because the good twin knows what's best for me.

Thank you for giving me the hair on my head. The thick, healthy blonde hair. I'm sorry I dye it in ridiculous amounts from bright to dark. I promise to lay off for a while. Thank you for letting my hair grow at such a fast rate, too. I missed it being long. I will lay off cutting it for a while. I will also leave the conditioner on for another couple minutes so it restores my hair to it's healthy, shiny self. The hair I had before I ruined it.

Thank you for my eyebrows, fair and light. Never growing thick and bat winged. I will never wax them myself or pluck them often. They're lovely just the way they are and I am grateful.

Thank you for my eyes. Without them I would not have seen the world I have. I wouldn't have seen the horrible things, I wouldn't have seen the amazing things. I would not have been able to read the words I have. I wouldn't be able to stare at someone straight in the eyes until they had to look away. I would not be able to see myself. I would also not be able to stare in the mirror for longer than I need to.

Thank you for my nose, even though I happen to think it's ugly. Thank you for giving me the sense of smell, even if sometimes that isn't so pleasant either. I would never get plastic surgery, no matter how ugly I thought my nose was. Don't worry.

Thank you for the mole above my lip. It gives me character.

Thank you for my mouth. I would not have been able to say such wonderful and horrible things with out it. I would not have been able to use it to apologize with. I would not be able to sing, the thing I enjoy doing most.  I would not be able to smile at someone when they needed reassurance.. I would not be able to recite the words of a movie or a book or an artical.  I would not be able to stand up for what I believe in.

Thank you for my ears. Thanks for the cries I've heard in the night. The music that influences me. Every word that has made me cry or smile or laugh, thank you for letting me use them to their full potential. Sorry I enjoy turning the volume up on my Ipod, it's a bad habbit.

Thank you for my neck, for allowing me to hold my head high when I'm in the darkest times.

Thank you for my arms. They allow me to hold someone close, they allow me to share love with others, and thank you for the hands that patt someone on the back when they've done well or are having a hard time. Thank you for letting them hold someone else's hand, even for a short amount of time. thank you for the scars I bear, they are a constant reminder of how far I've come.

Thank you for my stomach, sorry I fil it with such horrible crap sometimes.

Thank you for my legs, for allowing me to run as far as I can, and walk to so many places. Thank you for letting me stand on my own.

Thank you for my feet, otherwise I would not be able to wear shoes. Or move. Thank you for letting me feel the rug or the dirt or the sand or the grass beneathe my feet.

Thanks for my toes, I can paint them with whatever polish I want. Also, why can't I wiggle my pinky toe? I have always wondered this...

Last, thank you for a heart and a mind. They are the greatest things a person could ever possess.
C:

A lot of people don't understand my family. They find out that my dad's a minister and they may think we're bible-thumping, self righteous, evangelical freaks. We aren't. We're above that.

When my friends meet my dad they're kind of afraid of him. The minister. My dad seems really serious at times, but he's really more laid-back than people assume. My dad is fair. He's a man of peace.

My dad is like any ordinary dad. He's a middle aged fat man and he enjoys sitting in his recliner in front of his big TV. Everyday I walk through the front door after school, look to my right and he's sitting in that chair. He's probably been sitting there for hours.
But my dad isn't lazy, even though my mom loves to think that, ha. There's a lot more to his job than you'd think. My dad spends a lot of his day visiting sick people in the hospital. People that are dying. He visits families that have lost someone close to them. He goes out of his way to help support members of our church that are on financial aid.  He's there whenever someone needs him, and he's always an optimist.
When someone needs money, he hands them the money out of his own wallet. He doesn't regret it, ever.

If I ask my dad a question, I have to be prepared for a long, thought out answer. His answer is usually a five minute long lecture. If you ask him a question while he's driving in the car, the entire car ride will be silence and my dad speaking after he's thought more and more about the answer to the question.
The answer may be delayed for five minutes, though. He's slow but he's smart.

His dad was a minister too. As he was growing up, I'm pretty sure he didn't want to be a minsiter. I'm pretty sure he thought church was as boring as I do. Matter of fact, my dad was going to be a biochemist, but he switched his major.
I never really asked him why, that's a question I don't really feel like asking yet.
Maybe he felt like he needed to do it.

My dad isn't a perfect person, he's far from it. If you opened the drawer under the TV cabinet in his room, its's stocked with Kodiak. Tobacco. The tins with the bear on it.  There's more in his office. It kind of upsets me, I'm afraid he'll die of cancer one of these days. Maybe he already is and I don't even know about it. When I found the cans in his office I threw them all in the trash can. I'm pretty sure he knew I did it. He didn't say anything about it, though. He also eats pizza and beer for breakfast some times.
I'll never forget one morning when I had my vegetarian friend over, and we went upstairs from the basement, and when we opened the door my dad was standing in the kitchen eating a rack of ribs. I think a part of me died on the inside from laughing internally.

If you didn't realize what his job was, you probably wouldn't be able to tell. My dad's normal. He says stuff like 'ass' and 'damn' and 'bastard' and etc. He isn't "clean" or "pure". No one is clean or pure. That's a load of bullshit.
When someone's shocked that I say "crap", I'm even more shocked that someone would be apalled by the fact that I am an ordinary kid. Just because my dad is a pastor at a local church, doesn't change the way I act at all. If my dad has changed my life at all, it changed me into a more caring, loving, peaceful person. A more giving person. Someone I can be proud of being.

He doesn't believe in people that are overly religious. Whenever Jahova's Witness is in the neighborhood he doesn't answer the door. I think that's absolutely hilarious. We pretend like we're not home. He doesn't need to be manipulated into someone else's beliefs about God, he has his own.  He also doesn't believe that any other religion is greater than the other.
Because everyone is equal. He isn't prejudice, he doesn't hate gays or different races. He doesn't care.

If you've ever been a part of a church, you realize that they aren't perfect. There are people that hate the minister. It sucks, because I hear about everything they say to my dad. I get to hear about every little thing that they pester my dad about. My dad IS the best thing that happened to those ungrateful, self righteous farmer folk. They're too blind to see it.

And my dad just holds his breath, and he doesn't say anything back. My dad is a man of peace, and he would never snap. He'd never yell at one of them. He'd never try to prove anything to them, because they aren't worth his time.
Because my dad knows he's above all of it.  My dad solves his problems calmly and quietly, and he holds no anger.

And I think that's what I like the most about my dad.

Right now my dad's downstairs about to start grilling ribs for the fourth of July. He's wearing a shirt with fish smoking cigars and holding bottles of beer on it. Too bad it's all rainy, although it is slowing down about now.

Have a happy July 4th.

"I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to kill the thing on the inside."

If I could go back and re do my entire life, I would.

Because up until this point in time, I've been wasting away. I have had no control over myself for the past 15 years. I wasted thousands of days sitting on my ass, thinking horrible shit about myself, thinking horrible shit about other people. People I love. People I don't even know.
The last few years have been rocky for me. I lost friends and changed myself into a different person every single day. I was running from myself. I was running from the truth, I guess.

I know what it's like to want to die. To want to hurt yourself. And I'm sure everybody has. It's when you start thinking that every single day, that's when you should realize something's off. For the last year I spent my days thinking crap like "What if I weren't here?"
I spent my days dwelling on the past.  I never once thought, "Life moves on."  I gave up on myself completely. I did horrible shit. I stopped caring. My grades, my friends, my family. I blew them off. If I was in a conversation i would say the stupidest shit to fill the silence. When there's silence it just makes you think more. I didn't want to think.
Hell, I didn't even need to die, I was dead to everyone.

And one day I realized.it was all for nothing, I was digging myself a grave. No one would ever help me out, this was my battle. If I wanted the issue fixed, I would have to do it on my own. But where did I start?

The biggest weapons in the war against yourself is love and acceptance. When you love yourself, when you accept all the shit that you've done, that's been done to you, that is when you cure your own pain. When you realize all the things you did to hurt yourself were wrong. That carving "ugly" into your arm wouldn't make you think you were prettier. You can't bleed your demons out, you can't drown them in alchohol, you can't set them on fire or take some pills.

It's true. When the thought gets stuck in your head, it will stick with you. Everything that happens to you, you just assume that everything will be bad. Life is not worth living.
One of my favorite movies. This girl really likes this guy, but she never actually talked to him.She sent him little purple notes in his mailbox. One day she saw him leave a party with another girl, and she killed herself hours later.
She killed herself over some guy she never talked to.
It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Is life REALLY that terrible?

In your life there will be bad times, and good times. You have a balance of good and bad, you just may not realize how many good things you really have.
The guy doesn't like you, you'll live.
You missed your flight. You'll live. Etc.

You can't wake up and let yesterday weigh you down. You have to wake up and be happy that you have another chance to start over. You have thousands of days. You have to trust yourself, that you can have self control.
But you can't be a control freak either. Sometimes self control has its falts.
Did you know that anorexia isn't just about wanting to be skinny, it's also about feeling like you have control.
"I can control what I eat." Some people with the disease feel like they lack control.

Being able to say "No" to the things that will hurt you. That's self control.

I have a new out look on life, and I feel better. I'm not staring at my ceiling for hours. I'm doing something, anything. All the time. I can move, I can breathe I can think about anything I want to and not feel bad. Because there's more to life than just the bad things.


"When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous. Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds... "

Why is it so hard to speak to me? 

Why would you tell your girlfriend to not screw up? 
How you could say that about someone you 'love'?

How can you idolize a man of peace when you can say such horrible things about other people?

How can you make up lies for people to pity you? Why would you lie about your mother's death? Why would you lie to impress someone?

Why would you wear a WWJD? bracelet and never actually think, 'What would Jesus do?"?
Why would you say you worship God and treat other people like complete dirt?
Why would you worship God and turn around and say, "Gays are wrong." ?
Why would you be so self righteous that you would judge other people?
Why would you judge for God?

Why would you steal from someone who has less that you? Why would you accuse someone falsely?
Why would you murder your husband or parents?
Why would you act like such a spoiled child?

Why would you write songs about chopping up your lover with an ax?

Why do you call the anorexic girl a fatass?

Why would you ever accuse someone of something they're not?
Why would you stick your nose into someone else's personal business?

Why do you whine when your broke parents can't buy you the new expensive toy?

Why don't you get a job, mow some lawns, get your own money?

Why hire someone to do something when you could have the satisfaction of doing your own fine job?
Why would you raise your voice even if you were just a little irritated?

Why do you tell yourself you don't believe in love?
How can you tell your own sibling you wish they'd never been born?

How can you spread a rumor throughout a church?
How can you accuse the old man of being a pedophile?


Why would you ever ruin someone's life like they did to him?

How can you ignore someone's pain?
How can you ignore their cry for help?

How can such awful filthy words fall out of my mouth?

How can I make someone feel like utter shit when they've done little wrong?

Why is it so hard to forgive?

Why do we forget lessons we should have learned a long time ago?

Why does the world ignore Global Warming?

Are we all robots?