I was sitting on my bed last night, cutting up stickers to put on my binder when I noticed something move on my bed. It was out of the corner of my eye, what I say. And it scared the crap out of me. I ended up jumping off my bed, throwing my camera and everything else on my lap across the room. Oops.
Today in Socials class, the teacher handed out a newspaper clipping about a Canadian death in Afghan. The man that died fell into a unmarked well. I sat there looking at the piece of paper with the what the ******** look on my face, how the ******** do you go to war, and end up upsidedown in a well? My teacher just happened to know this guy, and was room mates with him in school. He had killed 3 people in an ambush a day ago, and saved his crew. But that got me thinking, when or if I go into the military. How stupid would my death be if I got shipped out? Would I be killed on the side of the road at an Aid station, trying to help others? Or would I get shot? Maybe I wouldn't even make it in the military.
The world around us, as we see it. I'm starting to think that people don't notice how polluted the world is today. And how much destruction we are causing it every second of our day to day life. I mean, yes, we understand we have a problem. But what actions have we taken to make the world a 'better place'? Is taking all the junk food out of schools going to do anything? No, soon enough, we'll have people buying cheap candy at a store and selling it under the teachers noses, like drugs or alcohol. IMO. So, to think of how we are destroying our world. I hate to rant on like some Green Peace retard. But really look around. It takes 50 years to use all the water in a drilled well; It takes 50,000 to refill that well with natural occurrence. But we look past that. Soon enough, we'll have our world fall apart. We will all die, and the world will rebuild itself slowly, without us.
I've stopped, for now, having violent dreams of me killing people. I'm still having the random rage fits. But it's getting better, and I'm not thinking as violent all the time. I'm learning to control it, but thinking of something else. Or just not thinking at all. Listen to music, or watch a movie. Maybe, just maybe, it's because of stress. I'm not sure. But this isn't who I am. Yes, I have a demon locked inside me. But who doesn't. Mine just happens to be awake and wanting to thrive. I'm normal, kinda, in my own little way.
Anyways, at school today. I wanted to kill the kid that sits next to me, all he does is talk to himself. And now there is a mentally challenged kid in the class that won't shut the ******** up too. Piss me off, eh? But, remember, everyone is their own person. I was talking to the kid that pisses me off everytime he speaks. And I asked him, are you like this around anyone else, or just me? He answered, I think it's just you. I had to smile, and rethink my look on him. Yeah, he pisses me off, but isn't it a good feeling to know that people can just be who they are around you instead of someone they are not? It got me thinking, and maybe I should be nice to him, someday.
Maybe.
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