I just recently realized that I have an unnatural addiction to the aspect of online radios. That's just about all I can say right now. I'm listening to kawaii-radio's station. They have nice, peaceful songs there.
My English class is watching "Anne Frank". It's strange how some of my classmates are still able to laugh and make fun of certain things in the movie. It was actually really sad to me. Can one believe it? The war ended in May 1945. Anne just barely made it! She died in March (?) 1945. If she had only lived a few more months, she could have lived to see the world after the war. It just isn't fair at all! She wasn't even given a chance. I tried to imagine what it would have been to live in that time, in her situation. How would I have ever endured such long hours of silence? I'd have killed myself before doing such a crazy thing.
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Again, I haven't written for such a long time. But really, what's the point when there's nothing to write about? One can only have so much happen in his or her life. Although I sometimes wish for my life to be more exciting, I'm quite satisfied with it right now. Sometimes I think of the future, and I wonder what's going to happen. Where will I be in the future? I sometimes worry, because the future is a space that I am forever unable to touch. I wonder if it's human instinct to fear something they cannot come to personal contact with. Sometimes when I think of the future, I also think that somewhere there, in the mysterious space, an older me is waiting for her turn to live; very patiently waiting. Time is really strange, in my opinion.
These thoughts happen to flit across my mind especially if I am trying to fall asleep. They drift into my brain unconsciously. I always wonder if the other people around me ever think of just the simple question: What will happen? Those three words scare me very much.
The future isn't the only thing I think of as I lie in the dark, waiting for sleep to take over my body. I think about the galaxy. How can something go on and on forever, with no end? It's so strange. If I could live eternally, the first thing I want to do is travel straight forward into the galaxy, until I find the end, or at least an answer to my question. I don't want to be left out of this kind of knowledge. The way the world and life works continues to amaze me in every possible way.
I also think about the rich, popular kids at school. I really wonder why they can't remember everyone's names, and simple things like that. Maybe it's because these kids are just ignorant about information that doesn't concern them. They haven't really thought, though, that some people have only their name to rely on their existence.
Isn't it really weird? I can actually cry thinking about these things. In a way, I think it's beautiful. Of course, if one is not me, they would not think the same way. This is one reason why I like writing. One never has to restrain herself from what she wants to say. It can all be poured out, faster than rain, and no one will care. People can touch my mind, but they can never touch my writing. I just think in this weird way. Is it so bad though? I like passing time, just simply thinking.
Life seems so complicated on the outside, but really...on the inside, it's so simple. There isn't anything in it that's complex. Continuing, changing dreams, breaking sadness, a new dawn every day, followed by a fresh start, to create new links, and focus on old ones. It really is so simple, isn't it?
I have already babbled so much about my own nonsense...yet still, I can't stop. It seems like today, something just could not contain itself anymore.
Many things anger me in this world. But one that frequently annoys me is law and court. In court, many think that things are always brought to justice there. I think, however, that the justice there is so fake. Although, I am but thirteen; what do I know about law? I do know, however, that my friendship with other people is not declared using proof and documents, and my love for my family is again, not written down in documents or any of that sort. How come proof, witnesses, and written documents are the only truthful things in a courtroom? It isn't right, that everything should be decided through law. The law doesn't know any feelings that occur between people, and neither does it understand the bond that links certain people together, or the feeling that overtakes a person, making them to something bad.
So why do people still work in that way? I have so many questions.
Isn't it so? I think the world is a very strange place. Just because of that, though, I enjoy it...it's thrilling and exciting to explore such a strange place. I feel that if I have a chance, I should explore it to the best of my ability.
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I haven't written on my blog for more than ten days, but I really can't help it. I'm always so busy on other sites and stuff. Not to mention school....T_T...I hate school. Another matter is that there's never anything to write about. I'd seriously write if something big ever came up though...
Akira mentioned the other day that if she ever got to have whatever she wanted, even if the item doesn't exist, she'd want a machine that can speed up and slow down time. After she said that, I've been thinking what I would want. What could I possibly get that can give me lots of benefits but not make me too selfish and snobby? I wonder...
STAR testing is at the end of this month!! I'm still deciding whether to worry about it or not. LOL...I wonder why people have to make seem like it's such a big deal. You know, I really enjoy Confucius's saying, "Just go with the flow". It seems just like the kind of life I want to live. Nice, easy, and enjoyable.
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