#unrestive

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I miss reading. Not reading in the way at which you read a brochure for systic phybrosis, but in the way that incurres a certain level of excitement. I find books as the only source of joy that resembles that of a child. The innocence i feel is that of a child’s ,even though the books i read are probably slightly too raunchy for children, its that unrealistic reality portrayed that gives me that zeal for life. The excitement to continue on, even in not the greatest place, or mind frame. The search for freedom is one too frequently lost. All i want is to be more than a statistic. More than static on a screen.

Me: ''I have this philosophy. You know, people cry when they can't hold their feelings anymore. Clouds absorb all of the sadness, grief, loss and pain in the world. And when they can't hold it anymore. It rains.''

Word of warning mate I can see everyone that goes on my blog, all 153,000 of them. You made one avid mistake, for your safety I shall not broadcast the information I received upon you sending this message, heed another warning when I have a plugin that tells me which IP address this came from, don't bother mate. Tell you what though, grow a pair of balls before you try to insult someone who's far superior and lay off Harvey, stop being a jealous 12year old.