Each morning, I step outside to embark on my journey to education and want nothing more than to turn around. I wonder what it would be like to walk the other way: to hang out at the park all day or to just walk around town. Many times I have been close to doing this, but never have I. Sure, I’ve stayed home, but never left for school and wandered around for seven and a half hours. Why don’t I just do it? Fear. Fear has wrapped itself around me in the simplist way, by holding me back, even from something that easy. One day, perhaps I will have the courage to turn the other way.
a teacher at my school supposedly got caught with gay porn on his computer. he was showing something on the projector, someone saw a tab labeled ‘gay porn,’ AND HE LEFT THE CLASSROOM. supposedly. but it’s still funny.
“Maoris: (New Zealand) The Maoris have an elaborate ritual. When people are dying they are placed in huts which are later burned. The corpse is sat up and dressed in nice clothes to be viewed by the public, and the mourners wear wreathes of green leaves, cry out and cut themselves with knives. They chant praises and then have a feast where they give the dead’s relatives gifts. After a few years, the bones are cleaned, covered in red earth and put in a special cave.”—Death in burial and belief.
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“well who put god in charge anyway? if i were in his place i’d do the same damn thing but you wouldn’t have to worship me. and if this guitar could talk it would say, “it’s not my fault that i am played this way. it’d be stupid if i worshiped those hands.” now it seems that i’ll be going to hell since i didn’t buy the morals he was trying to sell, and i found them on my own. i won’t exchange my heart for something that’s sweeter than it. and like the decorations up in town it won’t let me forget that seasons come every year but they seem different, but it’s only our minds that have changed. and so if i did anything good, god is quick to take the credit for what i’ve done, but it’s my fault if i kill someone. and i thought that i’d be through with these moods. i thought that they would die just like dreams do, but i find they’re still pressing hard. i’ve learned it’s best to give up whenever your skin is getting rough, because depression’s not as bad once you realize you enjoy being sad. i’m trying my hardest to stay alive just as long as you’re doing the same. and i think that it’s harder than we may have thought to keep ourselves awake.”