One scream.
One silence.
One sigh.
One breath.
Only one.

So some people do have the respect of not reading journals of people they know in person. :) Good stuff. Then that relieves me the liablity of any blame they may recieve...if I talk about them here. :D That's also why I have a disclaimer (see below).

It's funny how some people laugh in the face in death. I visited the msn community the other day out of curiousity to see if they were discussing an increase of their NQSness as a result of the recent crisis. Oddly enough, Rebecca was talking about how she wanted someone who hated her to kill her, because of who she is. Christian. Interesting concept. Martyred for eternity, right? Yet, isn't asking to die the same as suicide? Dying with a mortal sin? She also noted how she wanted Hilfinger to kill her. I think he already did. Definitely black comedy, for sure. They laugh, because they believe that there is something better after death.

Rob had told me that people who I don't speak to anymore will not visit my journal. Touchι. Sometimes I did want them to read what I thought of themm, but it backfires anyway. Maria said that I was talking about her like she was a thing. Yada yada. So there it is.

Not surprisingly, I almost laughed outloud when I saw some people scurrying by me...as if they were afraid. They gave the smile without the eyebrows. The one that said "I am innocent! Don't hurt me!" Bwahahaha.
Yet, I was reading this yesterday night. And this line struck me, "I've learned that we don't have to ditch bad friends because in the long run, [their] dysfunction makes us feel better about ourselves." Very true. That's yet another reason why I read some people's journal...to make me feel better about myself. Sadistic? We must admit that we have this sadistic side.

Why drink the water
from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards
your domain.
Your cup runneth over again.

Don't scream about
Don't think aloud
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out
Don't worry about
Don't speak of doubt
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Don't throw away your basic needs,
Ambiance and vanity.

December promise you gave unto me
December whispers of treachery
December clouds are now covering me
December songs no longer I sing