Sometimes i wake up and look at my life and think, "if only i were only awake falling asleep instead of vice versa so that this life would all just be a big dream" Its funny how many people want to believe that. But if your good enough with self mind control, you could always not even think about your real life and just live in your dreams where you control everything. Control is a big factor in society now adays. Some people can control a whole country, (whether they know what to do with it or not, hint hint) while others struggle to take control of their own life. I know I have trouble with that. The whole problem is that there isn't enough time. If I had enough time to relax and sit and figure out this mad circus that some people have the nerve to call life, than i might be able to do better in school, and maybe then I would be able to understand what's coming out of the teachers' mouths instead of just hearing dolphin squeals. Maybe then I would know how to react when people tell me what's REALLY on their mind.
I know what your thinking. She's a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off and destroy her life. AND SHE WAS SOOO YOUNG,lol. I have come to the point where I don't really care what people say. Their all the same, and they don't even realize it. Old hippies-turned-earth mothers/fathers, and the rednecks who will never realize that no one cares about their beliefs about how races shouldn't co-mingle and that Bush is a good president. There's a thousand true stereotypes that are so factual that its a comedy. Everyone fits into one category or another. And it's the best when they talk about having someone so special and one of a kind and he or she turns out to be just another one of those silly little homemakers, or snooty bosses daughters. People like to fool themselves that their something special, one of a kind, when at the most, their in a small group of people. I wonder where my small group of spectating cynical bastards are, lol. I'd probably run them over.well, that concludes another one of Lisalee's Shallow Thoughts of Life, come back next time, and who knows, I might just do a trick...
Your tortured soul,
Alonia Demonia