Some Info..

So, tomorrow I start school >.< And I'll have Internet only in weekends *sigh* Yeah, it sucks... Anyway, I wanted to tell you about my deviantart account... Maybe you heard of this site. Anyway, you can check my account here http://dante947.deviantart.com/ . I'm doing commissions too (I mean, drawings for money... there's more info in my journal from deviantart, if you are interested) ^^ So, now I'm preparing to go in the city I learn *sigh, sigh, and sigh* See ya on the next weekend.

Love...

Love? It's just a word... a word without meaning... a word spoken with selfishness. When you say  “he/she loves me”, you’re feeling important. That’s why, when someone says “I love you”, you feel like telling the whole world this thing, rather than responding tot the person who told you, isn't it right?

Some people say that love is essential for living. But is it true? Sometimes, love is just a synonym for suffering, or pain, or even self-murdering. Love hurts, in a way or another. With love, you can even start a war. You can sell love, but you hearts alters, becoming impure. Love is like a double-edged sword. It can lead to life, but it can lead to death too. That’s why some people are happier alone. And they shouldn’t be damned. It’s not like they hadn’t found love. They had, but it was painful. So painful that it killed their soul. And now, they’re just waiting... They’re waiting for their own death. But in fact, isn’t it the thing that all people are waiting for, more or less? Death means the end of the suffering, the pain, the bag things... Why is it worth living? This is a cruel world, full of hate, murders, betrayals, lies. I can’t deny, there are some good things out there, but they’re not as many as the bad ones, and they’re hard to found.

Love means trust. Trust means putting your life on the loved one’s hand. And if he/she leaves you like you were merely an object, which already has been used, and now it should be thrown, it is as it kills you. I began to think that love it’s just an excuse for naivety. Nothing more.

Why?!

Sometimes your soul is full of sadness and you don't feel like doing anything... Or you are taken over by hate and you can't see anything around you... Or you see something dear being crushed right in front of you... Or anything else... "That's normal", you may say. Soon you pass over it, transforming all that happened in painful memories, or eventually forgeting it. Or not... Those things can take over your mind, soul, heart, and make you change, transforming you in an 'emotional zombie'. Yeah, maybe it sounds a little exaggerated, but it's true. Some of them can become scars, which you'll have for the rest of your life, like wounds that you wouldn't know when they'll open again. Then, there will be moments when these would come out, making you feel the emptiness within you. You won't be able to realize how you feel, you won't even know your very own feelings. You'll just be like a plastic dummy, ignorant and ignored... No matter how hard you'd try to find a reason to live, your life will still seem meaningless. But you'd be too weak to send yourself in the depths of hell. You'll wait for someone to do it... But nobody would do that. You'll got sick of your life, of your "so-called friends". It won't worth enjoying life's 'happy moments'.
Life's not a movie, nor an anime. It's pathetic, just like all of us... But then, why have we even been born?
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Secondhand Serenade- Fall For You

No comment x_x...
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Sad...

Just watch the video behind, and read what it's written...

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Death

Hi again... Sorry for being late...
Now I'll post a poem wrote by me this week and finished in the chemistry class, I think xD...

Death

Within the quiet, creepy night,
A red moon rises with all it's might
And I am blinded by a white light,
But I am still alive...

A dark voice whispers in my ear;
Hatred words are all I hear
And I am all covered with fear,
But I am still alive...

I quickly start to run away
I'm so coward that I can't stay
For all I've done now I must pay,
But I am still alive...

I try to hide, but I am found,
A force pushes me to the ground,
I slightly hear a deadly sound,
But I am still alive...

I'm feeling like I want to scream,
I know it's real, it's not a dream
And nobody is like they seem,
But I am still alive...

I think I am about to cry,
I look with sadness at the sky
And I see an angel's fly,
But I am still alive...

In this abyss I just fell,
I can sense my own blood's smell
I feel like going straight to hell,
And now I'm dying...

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Wishes/Dreams...

Hiya again... Dante's here.
Today I want to talk about wishes... I'm sure you know what's a wish, the kind of joy when you have one being accomplished, and the sadness that appears when your dreams are broken in front of you. I think all of us have wishes, and some of them are secret [you know what I mean]. Some wishes are small, unimportant, and they can disappear even before they're accomplished. But there are wishes that can last a life... Of course, you can't be born with that. When you become old enough to be able to think on your own, you find your own ideals, your own beliefs and your own wishes. You continue your life, building slowly great wishes, and trying in the meantime to accomplish them. Well, sometimes that's not happening and you die without getting what you wanted.
Of course, I have wishes too... Even secret ones ;). Now I wish just one thing :-< Doesn't matter... Forget about it. What I'm saying is that if you have wishes and dreams, you can't just give up. Continue to fight, keep your head raised, because all your dreams can become true. Lol, I give you these advices, when I can't do that myself. Anyway, don't give up on a dream. Chase it until the end... I wished for many things and I got them: I wished for a bicycle, I wished for a mobile phone, I wished to become a translator, I wished to have friends, I wished for a special person, and I got them all, although I lost some...
Okay then, I think I'll finish here... I already blabbered too much. So, see ya next time...
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