WARNING:
THIS JOURNAL ENTRY CONTAINS STUFF ABOUT ME.
IF YOU THINK ITS EMO, IT IS REALLY ALL JUST YOUR OPINION.
...sometimes, I've felt as if I am too forgiving.
too vunerable to an emotional beating, which on a regular day,
I can actually take, because I forgive over and over again.
but there are these days...
where I think that maybe I take the beatings because I'm too weak.
maybe I that I was wrong, with my idea that "if I can take the beating, I shouldn't have to resort to violence or stand up for myself."
I take things too seriously, though.
I've been on a search for myself ever since I left public school, in 6th grade.
maybe it was because I had never got to say goodbye to my old crush.
maybe it was because I had left behind the girl who I wanted to take with me everywhere.
I wanted to take her with me to the schools that I went to.
And, if she were with me now, in the Anime Club, she would've been my top candidate to be my sister.
I bet that she would've also been my love interest, but yeah, I've got to hold on to whatever shreds of sanity I've got.
I've been reading on the computer about how straight people hating gay people.
so, I think that I will write about this topic, if I ever have a "open-topic" report to do.
read this:
“Why do Straights hate Gays?”
http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/asection/la-oe-kramer20mar20,1,4594749.story
sometimes, I get tempted to tell mommy and daddy that I like girls.
but, then I get back into reality, and realize that if there is all this hate now,
and mommy and daddy refer to gay people as "happy" people in a joking way...
I most likely would be ousted from the Goan-Indian society, and my family society.
because Goa is one of the places in India where the Portugese took over, and made them Christian.
I am Catholic.
Catholics hate gays.
even though they go and pray for them,
I think that the others think of them as scum.
I really wanna go punch out all the girls who made fun of the "day of silence".
but, because I'm so weak, forgiving, and vunerable...
...I'm going to just lay on my bed, and cry.
because someone or the other has made me the damn miserable being that I am now!
but... what if all of this is just my OWN doing.
what if, I've been stuck in a shell of "fraidy-cat"-ness since that thing with Vanessa Contreras?
what if... I'm the one to blame?
~Håll Om Mig~
too vunerable to an emotional beating, which on a regular day,
I can actually take, because I forgive over and over again.
but there are these days...
where I think that maybe I take the beatings because I'm too weak.
maybe I that I was wrong, with my idea that "if I can take the beating, I shouldn't have to resort to violence or stand up for myself."
I take things too seriously, though.
I've been on a search for myself ever since I left public school, in 6th grade.
maybe it was because I had never got to say goodbye to my old crush.
maybe it was because I had left behind the girl who I wanted to take with me everywhere.
I wanted to take her with me to the schools that I went to.
And, if she were with me now, in the Anime Club, she would've been my top candidate to be my sister.
I bet that she would've also been my love interest, but yeah, I've got to hold on to whatever shreds of sanity I've got.
I've been reading on the computer about how straight people hating gay people.
so, I think that I will write about this topic, if I ever have a "open-topic" report to do.
read this:
“Why do Straights hate Gays?”
http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/asection/la-oe-kramer20mar20,1,4594749.story
sometimes, I get tempted to tell mommy and daddy that I like girls.
but, then I get back into reality, and realize that if there is all this hate now,
and mommy and daddy refer to gay people as "happy" people in a joking way...
I most likely would be ousted from the Goan-Indian society, and my family society.
because Goa is one of the places in India where the Portugese took over, and made them Christian.
I am Catholic.
Catholics hate gays.
even though they go and pray for them,
I think that the others think of them as scum.
I really wanna go punch out all the girls who made fun of the "day of silence".
but, because I'm so weak, forgiving, and vunerable...
...I'm going to just lay on my bed, and cry.
because someone or the other has made me the damn miserable being that I am now!
but... what if all of this is just my OWN doing.
what if, I've been stuck in a shell of "fraidy-cat"-ness since that thing with Vanessa Contreras?
what if... I'm the one to blame?
~Håll Om Mig~
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