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[07 Feb 2008|08:35am] |
Sometimes I say goodbye dear misery
and my dreams carry me away
I dont wonder why youre not here with me
Maybe youre not my favorite mistake.
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[28 Jan 2008|08:08pm] |
I wish i wouldn't question
the things i don't want the answer to.
When everything in life is turned around
and theres no one left to blame,
I kick myself again and again.
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[15 Jan 2008|08:35am] |
When holding time and space
In your hands
Are you playing god with me
[nothing in life really matters]
Would you dive from heaven
Without a scar
And find a life in hell
[that’s not so far away]
The world knows that
Nothing interests me
But you seem to think
What I say means something
Take another look inside
And what you’ll see
Is another broken dream
From the lies that burden me.
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| 2007年12月20日 |
[20 Dec 2007|06:54pm] |
I sit alone in my closet playing with my mind.
Its surprising the conversation when you’re talking to the dead.
If I were alone id feel worthless and miniscule.
Honestly I miss you, because you made me wish I weren’t alive.
I knew I loved you because it pained me.
A thorn that’s long gone, but its sting still lingers.
My heads empty and I can’t find the trigger.
It’s hard to write today, there’s nothing logical, nothing spontaneous.
Not a thought.
These memories of mine are sure to fade
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[21 Nov 2007|07:28am] |
I don't know why i say the things I do.
But, It seems that no one else is good enough, truely.
Maybe im an idiot.
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[08 Nov 2007|07:40am] |
Personal identity (Metaph.), the persistent and continuous unity of the individual person, which is attested by consciousness. - Dictionary.com
How can we prove that we are the same person a minute or even second in the future when time is constantly changing and actions or words, thoughts and memories are changed as time progresses.
The problem of memory:
As I age and time continues the memories of the past become vague and unclear. Sometimes my memories are even the the point of irrational when I've filled in the missing spaces with things that make sense to keep the story in a flow without consciously meaning to. If I do not remember my younger self, Is It I who was living then? In the moments of my life where I periodically take actions that are not true to myself, without recalling them, was it my true self or identity that has committed these such actions? A photograph exists where I am painting but, I've never painted a portrait in my life.
The Problem of Thought:
I never seem to remember my thoughts that I have had five minutes ago, therefore is my need to write everything down. Could thoughts possibly make up a persons identity? Add in a new piece of information that can alter your mind or opinion in a split second. Your thoughts have changed. Your identity has changed.
The Problem of Actions:
Much similar to the problem of thought, it's also changing with time. Just because you have choose to walk instead of drive, does this factor into your identity. An Action that counteracts with your cognitive thought, an incompatibility and everything is thrown off.
The Split-Brain.
Our brains are split into two independently working hemispheres. So scientifically speaking, which hemisphere of your brain gives you identity? Is it both? no, It is none.
We do not have personal identity.
We follow the social contract and live according to our actions of today and haunting of the past based on the need for a workable society.
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[07 Nov 2007|07:57am] |
It's not real though im still agitated by it.
It's not real but i can't get around it.
I don't understand why i get jealous either.
But thats a different topic.
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[06 Nov 2007|07:44am] |
Today will be another one of the longest days in my life.
Im watching the walls as they all cave in.
Helpless to move out of the way.
But, I suppose some things are never meant to reach the ground.
Some things are not meant to be stable.
and on the other hand,
Some things are never meant to leave it.
Ill never grow wings.
I'm not meant to fly.
Existentialism is so ironic.
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[05 Nov 2007|02:39pm] |
the days are getting longer still.
I dont think its simply winter setting in.
I had a dream i was in a candy factory where all that they made was licorice.
I definately hate licorice.
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| 5:50 |
[07 Mar 2007|05:49pm] |
Today I feel like I'm stupid.
Not for any reason...or anything that I've done or said in particular.
I'm boring myself today.
Why can't I do something entertaining. (-_-;)
Usually I can AT LEAST keep myself interested in me.
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[01 Mar 2007|01:24am] |
I went to a dance party
I can't dance
It was fun
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| Oha~ |
[13 Feb 2007|10:02pm] |
ひさしぶりですね？
Just to catch up;
I'm in school now.
Living in the Meadows...
『Ok On Campus, with Rin.』
There might be a snow day tomorrow.
I'm hoping.
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[14 Sep 2006|04:23pm] |
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I need to write myself a note, To remind me that I shouldn't take myself so seriously.
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[02 Sep 2006|09:31pm] |
His names Reno!
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[18 Mar 2006|01:11am] |
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY
What no green font, You lazy !@#($)#*@_$(@*)$# ...
yeah I know I know. X_X
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