My challenge to you///
I challenge you to the death
Look in the mirror, thorough and deep
Make one change, from now till your last breath.
And every word you speak, let it be a vow to keep.
Let your actions be absolute,
As the Father seeing from every angle.
Let your faith be resolute,
Becoming God's faithful Angel.
I challenge you to the death.
Til present with the Lord, and absent from earth asleep.

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28.5.08 - 4:35 PM

And darkness falls.

Today has officially sucked.

Sure, I had my laughs is 1st period. But the moment that it started raining and got cold, it was hell.

But seriously, today hasn't been so great. I feel so confused.

Before I transferred here I never had to worry about what I was to people. I never was concerned about missing people, because there was noone to miss. I never had to concern myself with my relation to other people, because I kept so little company.

I regret coming here voluntarily at times. The more I sit and think about certain people, the more I realize how I'm only a representation to them. I am not seen as Bri, rather I'm seen as "someone who I can trust" or "someone to past time with".
I am just seen as a replacement for what they want. To some, I am just solitude's replacement. To others, I am just entertainment of some sort: a song, a slideshow, a picture, a pc or video game, a tv show. To many, I am just hair, eyes, nose, mouth, saliva, tounge, esophogas, stomache, intestine, arms, legs, blood, veins, brain, mucus, nails...I am only a shell. No matter how I'm percieved, it is outside who I am: Bri.

More than anything, I wish that people would just know me...
I despise how one minute I am a friend, the other minute I'm a stranger. I hate how everyone is so cowardly as to not try something new, yet so lazy as to settle for something so beneath them, something they are comfortable with. I hate how people can give up on something that they claim to be of such importance. I hate how people are so inconsiderate to each other. I hate how people claim to be different, how they claim to be a friend, someone who cherishes, someone who cares, and they...flat out lie.
Finally, I hate myself for hoping that they are not this way; thus, inflicting internal injuries to myself.

Posted by Brianka
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