An insight..:P

due to the grumbles in my last post, i'm gonna share something nice this time.. a smart plan of mine if i "end up in hell" as my previous post states..enjoy..

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.' With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it' s not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes t! o the fa ct that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science finds a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren. Love, Your Son John PS. Dad, none of the above is true.. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you there are worse things in life than the Report Card in my desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home, your Son

What u think of my plan..?extensive eh..haha.. i love the net..full of insights..

INSANITY

in everything, there is always a fine line separating one from another.. male-female..life-death..black-white..stupid-daring..sanity-insanity

where do i stand? at the brink of sanity..I'm holding to this fine, half slipping rope in my hands.. with all my might..i can see the veins popping out of my hands..the amount of sweat can be counted in gallons..my feet cant help out..there is no where to support them.. when is this nightmare going to end?

if it's not obvious enough, i'm talking about like in form5...darn..the more time i spend in this capsule, the more years of my life go flying past..more white hair, more calories burnt.. more brain cells damaged..

I need a space! space to breathe and do something for myself..something that i can look forward to..something that wont involve, "going to school, lunch, study, exercise, bathe, eat, tuition/study, sleep" i need to get out of that cycle..!! but i cant..

given a choice, i would rather push a car for 2 miles! wait....make that 3.. who cares how many miles...anything just to skip this year... yeah yeah..its a good experience..its also a good death sentence..what the heck is our government thinking?? driving their generasi muda up a hill and pushing us of..

wish me luck!! i'm soooooo dead..its a dreadful sentence..i dint do anything to deserve this..:( i am not told i'm gonna die..but i already know it.. and i have to walk closer and closer to my death bed.. only thing i can wish for is that i'll be in heaven after that.. (STRAIGHT A1s!!!!!) haha..i just fell on the other side of the fine line.. -INSANITY-