MY SINCERE THOUGHTS ON YOUTUBE'S STAFF TEAM
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Sieg heil, jüden overlords!
kupum's QuickCapture Video - November 22, 2008, 02:42 PM
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kupum's QuickCapture Video - November 22, 2008, 02:42 PM: so i was just siting then i thought of the girl i liked
Final Thoughts for Show 0847
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Rob McClendon shares his views on Project Boomerang.
Saving Myself.. From Love. ch.1
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I decided I needed a story that was a little more deepThis story is a little closer to my heart.. Chapter oneHe was my rock, my shelter, my inhaler when I needed to breathe. He saved me from being swallowed into a big toxic wasteland of pure depression. How did I repay him? I yelled at him, I was angry at him for not leaving me alone in my sad little world. For not giving me the chance to save myself.Of course this sounds beyond stupid but Ive always been that girl who didnt need a certain prince charming to rescue me. It was all fairytales and myths. And me myself had no time to sit alone in my room and read up on a happily ever after, It just wasnt what I was planning on anytime soon.This prince charming wouldnt give up though. He pushed me to the very bridge I once stood on. He pushed me away only making me more terrified of love than I already was.Now anytime I hear the word love I gag. I cant stand it and to me love is just another one of those myths. A wise person in my once happy life told me love ruled the world, and we only made a greater cause.Such a fool I was for believing this and carrying it with me all through my life until now. Now it was something that hadnt even crossed my mind until this very brief second. That wise person is nothing but a low fool who doesnt exist anymore.The fool was a person who gave me life. Literally. She brought me into this screwed over world. And again I repay somebody with nothing but an insult. I repay her by calling her a fool, but this wasnt as bad as what I had called her through many days of my life. And yet she was always there for me in my roughest moments. But this isnt a fiction story where everything turns out ok.It actually turns out that even though she was there for me. She never understood me. Nobody did. Ok, so really this is how every teenage girl feels.. But I started realizing just how alone I was in this world when I was exactly ten years old. When that man I called a father left. He didnt leave because he felt like it. He left because I scared him. He used to say my piercing blue eyes could see right through him. And It was true. I could see just how scared he was. Sure, he cared about the woman who conceived me but honestly I was the biggest mistake of both of their lives. After seeing and going through pure agony without my beloved father I vowed I would never love. It caused nothing but hurt.My mom finally realized how bad it was when I started rewriting fairytale endings into morbid horrors.When I was about fourteen I found a book that was basically a curse to me. Romeo and Juliet. I thought it had to be the worst love story I had ever heard. Juliet falls deeply in love with the handsome Romeo in about five minutes and they love each other even through their tragic death. But in reality we all knew how this would really be. Juliet and Romeo hooked up after having a few drinks and decided they supposedly loved each other. In the end they both died from alcohol poisoning. Thats how my report went in literature class. My teacher seemed amused yet interested in my so called theory. Even though it was to the ut-most truth I got a D. When I was fifteen my whole life meant nothing to me anymore. My mom, the one I thought could bring me out of my love phase left me. Now I had another thing on my fully long list of hate. Cancer. It was right there under Love. When my mom died I was surprised I didnt cry. But I somewhat congratulated myself. I didnt cry, which means love didnt get the best of me. I didnt let love take me down. The love for my mom was the only strong power I had possessed. Weakness took over me and yet I didnt shed one tear.I did however go into a depressive state. I still wore my bright colors that I adored. I just changed in my state of mind. I didnt look emo but I definitely acted emo. Always writing songs and thinking about how cruel the world was. When I went into foster care I decided not to talk to one single soul. It just wouldnt happen. My foster parents scolded me for never speaking my mind or letting my feelings go. But they were just as stupid as the beverly hillbillies. I let my feelings go into my writing. It was my last resort to finding inner peace and not totally breaking into those tiny pieces I could already see in my messed up mind. There had to be some way I could save myself. I just hadnt fount it yet.
No Thoughts of Despair
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goin' public with my guitar/harmonica fooleries.
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