Complicated by Megan Wick (feel good fiction books TXT) 📕

Let me first explain myself. I belive in strong morals and strong friends. I believe in hard work for hard pay and there is always a need for a good deed. I believe that one person can have only one true friend and only two enimies. Best friends are more like sisters or brothers, than they are like friends. Love and maturity are a package deal. You were given one mouth and two ears, so that you would listen twice as much as you would speak. Quiet time is valued.To die for God is to live forever. Dogs are WOmans best friend. Music is at high value at all times. Rap is noise NOT music. Television shows, that show dumb people, won't make you smart. Thou shalt honor thy mother and thy father. A dead brain cell is one less invention that will inovate our growing world. A picture is a way to freeze time with little technology. Morals keep a person living, God gives them the reason to.
Pure silence is worth $4 a minute. If you work hard enough when you retire, you'll live. Losing a friend isn't worth the pain, say sorry. The word sorry itself is not a true testimate that you are feeling pain for what you have done, it is in fact only a word that implies so, not a 100% surety that you mean it. Accquaintances become friends slowly, only if you're not trying. A cat may have nine lives, but you only have one. There is always a loop hole for everything. Here is an example, you CAN drink and drive, but stick to drinking Capri Sun, and NOT alchohal. Rythme is in your head.
Ductape can fix anything. Cremation does not save your loved ones in any way what so ever but only in fact saves the remenants of the fire you allowed to burn their body, which is the same as saving the knife that killed them, or a bottle containing the deadly virus. The best place to leave some one's body is not in a tomb of any sort or floating in diffrent areas of the ocean but on a hillside, leaning up against a tree, too bad it would scare all the little children that go to school nearby. Murder is another word for death by another who either didn't care for anyone at all, or cared too much. When you send some one to the electric chair for pre-medititaded murder, aren't you, by definition, sentencing them to pre-medititaded murder, by hiring a "hit man" to kill them off in a "plesant" way? Little white lies kill. Silence is a man's only true friend. What is greater than God, worse than the devil, the rich need it and the poor have it? Nothing. To be a genius you must be able to think outside the box but choose to think inside the box with a slightly diffrent out look on things. The world would slowly die without art. It is an expression of sorts. How can some one get a D+ in english then go out and write a novel that sells over 1million copies?

It has been awhile since my last visit to this document. I can only help but feel confused. A lot has happened in this one singular night. I have fought for my way, and ended up in a dark closet for an hour thinking and pitying my self. A sad way to waste my day. I tried talking to a friend who isn't in the business of backstabbing. With no reply to my wimpy, misguiding text message, I let the self pity continue longer than I would have originally. Now late at night, but still it is all time. At one point on this sphere it is not 12:23, it is perhaps a happier time like noon, or 5:00. Most likely, there, English isn't the language of preferred use. Time is general. I have found writing about the events of the day, excluding any names or large referances to human action with the exception of my own, to be largely satisfying.

What an awfully intensive summer. Several of my friends from the previous year, at school, randomly texted my cellular device. I started using Facebook[.com] mobile about three weeks ago with a rising then followed by a sharp decline and a flat line of stats in happiness it has given me. The rapid decline was caused by the text messages received every 5 minutes when one of my friends changed her status update.
It's been a little over a month since my last visit to this documentary of my life in the past few months. Erika moved, she is the only friend that could achieve sister status to me. Brit stayed against her will. Brit is the kind of girl who is different in more way than one. She always has a boyfriend and gets that quirky smile. I'm not sure where I stand with my friends.
I say several times a day that all I want to do with my life is be known. Make an imprint on someone's life. The thought that this might just be the way came up. Maybe this document will be transferred to a flash drive and buried. In 100 years someone will stumble upon it and find a way to view the information I have set upon it and will think, ‘She actually lived,’ or ‘She was a real person.’
Because I lived I faced faults. For three days my world turned upside down and I am just figuring it out. However I will survive. I have to survive. But I won't Jinx my own life. Perhaps by stating I'll live, the next day my life will cease. I hope not. Maybe I'm long ahead of my time. That is why I don't fit; I don't belong in this lifetime but that is where I am going to reside. Without me here, I'd like to think thousands of people wouldn't find the true meaning of life until they are lying on their death bed, mute from years of bronchitis. Things change. Life changes. I'll adjust and move on. I have to.
And life begins again. Time is set into existence and here I am. Lying here. Alone. My keyboard at my fingers; My laptop at my imagination. Impossibilities. Changes. Time in itself. The earth has moved and I have left with it. Matters. I write to soothe my soul and to close my eyes. Yet here I am. I won’t tell you much. I won’t take much time. But as I have needed to say; as I have wanted to speak. I Love you. All of you. And that is the only thing that can stop the world, make time stand still, allow no changes of the mind or current state of matter. Only to gain in experiences. Go out there. Reach for the sky.
Today is like wishing upon a star and seeing it fall before your eyes. Knowing that it will never be there again. To cease in this world just like so many before it. Just like the people who are dying as I type. It confuses me to see death. I never know if there is a true heaven. God is true but how do I know that he has a kingdom or that I will be allowed to stay there. This world is confusing. Life is living, but just as a picture is taken there is no true way to fully understand why it stays still? How can other people live yet you have only one life? Things are as I said. Difficult.
I’m sitting here in a peaceful building and I am enjoying every moment of it. Elderly people are fun to talk to. They conjure stories of the days before my time. They talk of people I have never met and of places I have yet to visit. They speak of people who were paid to assist them and how good, or bad, of a job they made for themselves. Working for eight dollars and hour. Killing the job they are being paid to do.
Life is far too tough. But that is how I will make it through the day, living life and breathing. To try to even change that with the slightest touch would be impossible, then yet those who try can’t tell us what it is like beyond this life. If there is a life. If it is just another cruel twisted world or if we come back in another time. So confusing yet so surreal.
And that. That is me.

Publication Date: 01-23-2012

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Dedication:
To all my family and friends, by my side until death.