Monday, 19 January 2015
JEESUS
if u felt that way why did u not say anything and like the whole world needed to know or be able to acsess your rant and some of the things you siad arnt nice you cant have the world revovle around you or expect people to love you and be your sevants people are different and no one is perfect so u ned to take a long hard look in the mirror and decide who really is the bad guy because you say that i no we call you names behind your back but i havent written a nasty terrible rant about you because i thought you got over it you cant hold a grudge for all your life whats happend has happened build and move past the situation i have and i have also forgiven and forgot most of the mean tings you say about me mabey i forgae you to fast i guess the comes with frindship and genorrossity.
Monday, 8 December 2014
Hate Rant
I need time to distress, I need time to stop and take a breather. I almost feel like ditching school just to finally get some me time. But then Of course I have no money or food so I would have to go home and get in trouble. Hence, restarting everything. I just don't know what to do anymore. Coping with it is obviously not working. Not many people notice, or care.
And then when you tell them, they call you an attention/sympathy whore...
That's the worst part right there...Your hurt and hurt and hurt and say nothing. You say something? More hurt
And then afterwards they're all like: I'm sorry. And I'm like: no your fucking not. You always fucking do this to me. When they're sad, when they're depressed, you dont call them names, call them sympathy whores, so why do you do that to me? Do you despise me that much? Do you hate me so much that you have to bully and abuse me and be a completely douche-bag? But no, now I'm being a bitch for telling you how I see things. Well you know what? You dont deserve to be my friend. Heck, you dont deserve to be anyone's friend. You know why? Because you're a two faced, back stabbing, self-obsessed, lying son of a bitch that cant see that everyone fucking hates your bloody guts because really, you dont give a shit about anyone but yourself.
It's not just some people that are corrupt. It's the world, with the exception of a few people like us, who still know what should be nice and should be asshole behavior
And then when you tell them, they call you an attention/sympathy whore...
That's the worst part right there...Your hurt and hurt and hurt and say nothing. You say something? More hurt
And then afterwards they're all like: I'm sorry. And I'm like: no your fucking not. You always fucking do this to me. When they're sad, when they're depressed, you dont call them names, call them sympathy whores, so why do you do that to me? Do you despise me that much? Do you hate me so much that you have to bully and abuse me and be a completely douche-bag? But no, now I'm being a bitch for telling you how I see things. Well you know what? You dont deserve to be my friend. Heck, you dont deserve to be anyone's friend. You know why? Because you're a two faced, back stabbing, self-obsessed, lying son of a bitch that cant see that everyone fucking hates your bloody guts because really, you dont give a shit about anyone but yourself.
It's not just some people that are corrupt. It's the world, with the exception of a few people like us, who still know what should be nice and should be asshole behavior
Monday, 1 December 2014
Friday, 28 November 2014
Sunday, 23 November 2014
SOSE: geography
'After travelling some 500 km across the ice, Belgrave Ninnis fell into a crevasse. With him fell a tent, most of the remaining food, spare clothing and the best dogs. Although Mawson and Mertz lay
177at the edge of the crevasse and called out to him for three hours, Ninnis was not heard or seen again. The two men began the five-week journey back to the hut, with provisions for only a week or so.'
Our food and shelter is gone, and our clothes are completely retched. Poor Belgrave, the thought of his death, even though quick, is devastating. We sat there atop the crevasse, yelling down at him and our best sled-dogs, but we only received the bitter cold and wind in return.
'They decided to eat the dogs as each dog collapsed from exhaustion. This decision would end up killing Mertz and almost taking the life of Mawson. According to one theory, the livers of the dogs slowly poisoned the men, causing them to hallucinate and their bodies to slowly rot away. When Mertz died, Mawson was still 160 kilometers from the hut.'
Mertz! Why did you have to die! You were my closest companion, and know i am all alone in this desolate land. I only wish I myself wasn't feeling so sickly, and I could give you a proper goodbye. But I must keep moving, even it kills me, I must reach the hut.
Starving and desperately ill, Mawson inched his way towards the hut. His hair and skin were falling off, his fingers were badly frostbitten and the soles of his feet had peeled away. Forced to crawl at times and to make his own crampons with wood and screws, he eventually made it to ‘Aladdin's Cave’.
I am so hungry and ill, I just about collapsed when I reached the sanctuary of this wonderful, marvelous cave. I am about to go to sleep, so when I set off tomorrow morning, ill have enough energy. I finished re-bandaging my peeling feet, and am still trying to warm my fingers.
177at the edge of the crevasse and called out to him for three hours, Ninnis was not heard or seen again. The two men began the five-week journey back to the hut, with provisions for only a week or so.'
Our food and shelter is gone, and our clothes are completely retched. Poor Belgrave, the thought of his death, even though quick, is devastating. We sat there atop the crevasse, yelling down at him and our best sled-dogs, but we only received the bitter cold and wind in return.
'They decided to eat the dogs as each dog collapsed from exhaustion. This decision would end up killing Mertz and almost taking the life of Mawson. According to one theory, the livers of the dogs slowly poisoned the men, causing them to hallucinate and their bodies to slowly rot away. When Mertz died, Mawson was still 160 kilometers from the hut.'
Mertz! Why did you have to die! You were my closest companion, and know i am all alone in this desolate land. I only wish I myself wasn't feeling so sickly, and I could give you a proper goodbye. But I must keep moving, even it kills me, I must reach the hut.
Starving and desperately ill, Mawson inched his way towards the hut. His hair and skin were falling off, his fingers were badly frostbitten and the soles of his feet had peeled away. Forced to crawl at times and to make his own crampons with wood and screws, he eventually made it to ‘Aladdin's Cave’.
I am so hungry and ill, I just about collapsed when I reached the sanctuary of this wonderful, marvelous cave. I am about to go to sleep, so when I set off tomorrow morning, ill have enough energy. I finished re-bandaging my peeling feet, and am still trying to warm my fingers.
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