THE Story of Some Random Thing, IDK

            Leon would constantly look up the sky and think, “I am a tiny, insignificant piece of crud; what is my purpose?”  He would desire to follow a path he knew would lead him to something. Something that’s thought provoking or something he can get out of. No matter what, he would give up, because everything he ever does ends up becoming tiresome and at times irrelevant. Nothing pertains to anything. What are his goals? What does he truly want? He questions and inquires about his importance and his existence, but does nothing ever. Leon must take action. He talks the talk, and that’s a good thing, because that’s incentive. But, he seriously needs to walk the walk. Words won’t solve anything, action will! So get out your swords and shields, because ACTION solves everything. No, that’s wrong, but take initiative to do something, anything. There are many possibilities!

            Many different people sometimes leave permanent What in the hail am I writing about, I wanna write a story, How about I blog. I should be ablogger. But what in the hails do I blog about? Hmmm yowsaaws! I don’t know how to spail that interjection or is that what’s called? Whenever I try to write stuff I feel very ridiculous por que I don’t even know what Im talking about. I read a lot of blogs from various different people, and I’ve always wanted to be like that! I wanna be ablogger! I lack topics and I think my topics are not good enough, but seriously I’ve read a pretty good amount of crap blog entries, and I thought it was pretty thought provoking. Maybe that lead me to think that I can definitely be a blogger. I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but Im not good enough. I think anybody can write, but what matters the most is definitely the content and the style but it depends for different people. Will this be something I’d like to do, yes! Will I commit and do this everyday, hail no. But I want to. I’m like Leon, I don’t take initiative, I really want to sooo super duper badly but nyearrghhhhhhh. What am I doing in life. Bleckh last year of high sk00l and its pretty depressing how ive done nothing in the community and EC and all that. All the very important things to enter college. But Im finally doing something in the last year, like it’s gonna matter, but at least I did something. Where am I going with this? Lalaalaaaaa Im such a novice n00b, what do I do, post this, because I has nothing beddur tor dor. I want to a writer. I wanna write beast essays, I waana eat something everything. Nothing ever suffices. I read to much blogs. 

Unrecognized

I'm probably the most patient, tolerant person I know. With the exception of some distant family members, I, here, right now, am the only one that I know, who is like that. I don't know exactly why I have such a high tolerance over many things, but I guess it's just my character and nature. All my life I literally had to take care of my father's children. From when I was 6, I took care a 3 year old; during middle school, I again took care of one of his children. And now, in high school, I am currently taking care of his 2 new children. That was probably where my high lenience and patience came from. I'm definitely the caring, motherly type; even though I am a male high school junior. Just throughout my life, I've had to deal with these things and it maybe, somehow, turned me into this type of person. Maybe it just helped with the forming of my character today, because I definitely wouldn't have been some sort of ignorant, broody, irresponsible type of person. I was aware of how I turned out to be, but just having those kinds of transcripts just helped along the way. It helped soften the edges. I embrace it though. For it makes me recognize many different concepts and other forms of whatever. All I know is that, when situations become uncomfortable and unfamiliar, I usually am the only one, to approach and try to deal with. I am the only one capable of dealing with a situation where others usually run from. I'm not saying that I'm some sort of superhero, where I could go in a burning building and save many cats (although I probably would), but certain situations where a common person wouldn't have the slightest idea of how to handle it. But there are limitations, of course.

What I get out of all this, is probably nothing (In other people's eyes) But to me, I feel I am getting many things out of it. I am gaining many life points just for that!! Although I may not be recognized, through ways in which can satisfy my materialistic needs, it does definitely satisfy my moral and ethical needs and whatnot or whatever I'm talking about. Although I don't get praise for something I do everyday (something a high school teen would probably despise and probably rip themselves already for the many expectations and responsibilities), I feel that I am getting training. Training for the future. FOR THE FAR FUTURE. Just because I'm getting something good at what I do, like experience and gaining "grown-up people knowledge", I sure as hell will not continue this! Because it's tiring and I need my beauty rest. Plus I have myriads of crap to deal with, like school. I'm just glad that my life of babysitting, and responsibility, is at least letting me gain FORREAL experience in the real world (or rather in family situation related stuff). I am ready to start a family and stuff. But like many, MANY more years because I need time for myself. Maybe 40's, or earlier. But yeah, I'll definitely know what to do. AND the best compliment I ever got, was from this old guy at the park, who was with his wife (an old couple), he said "You will be a great father." I will never forget that old man. He said what I needed to keep pushing (and keep pushing the swings). For that was the first time somebody recognized me. The first time I realized that I was getting something out of all this craziness. Well, I sure am ready. But again, not now, I'm tired as hell. But I know, I'm good! Thanks Old Man. I wish I knew your name! You were seriously the first person to say that to me, and I know I will to.

Ignorance

Ignorant People

By Roilan Rosales J

This is dedicated to people who are ignorant, self-indulgent, and basically just plain STUPID!

*I critically claim that all people with dignity best not read this because of all the offensive manner and inappropriate banter that is being stated or being repeated.  Most of the information is definitely not accurate and based on truly biased opinions.*

            Ignorance is the primary suspect for the world’s negligence.  It is freaking retarded as hell.  There is no damn reason for all this chaos and distortion.  Simply not caring will have colossal impact on your brain, your puny, brain.  There is no point anyways because you’ll die eventually and that will definitely benefit the whole entire universe.  You are not wanted and you are definitely not needed!  Carelessness is something the environment can’t use. It needs you to turn things around cause you were the damn reason it needs help anyways! GOD! Stop being such an enormous turdlard because you are not freaking helping!!!!!!

Suffocation

What have I done this time?

Have I wrongfully committed such a scenario that's as pointless, meaningless, and insignificant as your soul?
Have I made a mistake so intense, that you must create a never ending rant about your ignorance?

Has my modest and considerate manner disrupted your life of atrocity that you treasure?
Has my dedication and honor made your lack of sense tumble into even less?

How has my love and gratitude for you made such an impact on the way you resent me?
How has my honesty and reason create an evil aura upon yourself?

Do you know that the kindness and devotion I willingly offer to you helps you stand on your feet?
Do you know how much aggravation and affliction I must withstand to help you prevail?

Who must I become to be good enough for you?
Who had done this to you, to make you do this to me?

Why must you always raged at me, when I am trying to help you?
Why must you always become this force, that wont back down?
Why must you always contort words and make them seem thousands worst?
Why must you always suffocate me?