Cats. Gods way of punishing us..

     So my dear friend Ashley told me to blog about my views on cats. Well the title should explain a little about how i feel about cats. I hate them. They're evil little death traps. I would like cats if i wasnt traumatized by them. when i was a wee little lady my neighbors cat ran inside my house and up my stairs so i went and i picked it up and it stuck its claw into my shoulder and it hurt like hell. i have scars. and cats dont like me because i had a cat when i was little and i used to throw it, yes-throw it. like a ball, down the stair case and watch it slam into the door. it was funny and cruel all in one.

See that cat up there?!? Yeah. Not pretty. I know, i know, its bald. but just imagine your cat looks like that without fur. be afraid. very afraid. it could snap anyyyyy minute and then your precious kitten of cuteness becomes a hairless monster who wants to eat your brain for dinner.

If anyone could make me a better person, you could.

  People couldn't more immature, honestly. It's quite simple, and when people go and try to make it complicated it pisses me off. It just makes you look pathetic, and rediculous. So stop trying to be cool when your not. Alright? Sorry for the anger. Back to the post....

Corine's poem;


“Give me therapy.” Give me someone. Give me your heart. Give me your mind. Give me your body, and your sole. I promise to take good care of it. Your heart will never be broken, and your sole will always stay alive. Your mind will find its natural peace.
I’m sick of being afraid to live my life. "These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real." I need him there to hold me together. To keep me in one piece. To stop things from happening. I’m scared, and I’m not going to lie about it. I’ll always admit it. But being scared is a part of life. If you’ve never been scared, then you’ve never tried anything different.

I’ve been wondering why I hold it all inside. Why I don’t say what I mean. Why I don’t tell people exactly what’s on my mind. I know people want me too, and I know they won’t let me fall. I’ve got to let them know that I want to tell them how I feel. But I can’t. It’s hard for me, I don’t know why. I am emotional, I just don’t show it. I feel it’s a sign of weakness if I do so. I’m not weak, I am strong. I’m confidant, not cocky. And I care, even if I don’t say so.

Love and Pain. What a thing to ponder.

     Pain, and love. They seem to come as a package deal, which is unfortunate. But doesn't pain make the love more enjoyable? Some would agree, some not. I wonder why people would disagree. Maybe because they're afraid of love, or pain? Hm. I think people are scared of being in love, so they don't let themselves be in love. Maybe because of the pain that occasionally follows. Is it really pain, or is it dissapointment in someone who shouldn't have dissapointed you. Then again, do we really know love? Is it love, or is it infatuation with someone? I, personally, do not know. One minute you think you love someone, and then the next you realize you don't. I guess it all takes time, but wouldn't one think that we'd find love eventually? What about the people who don't find love? Does that mean the rest of us who found 'love' are just infatuated? And if theres no love, doesn't this mean theres no real pain? Or if there is no pain, does that mean theres no love?
     As I sit here and ponder my brain for the answers, I can't think of them. But if I can't think of them, then who thinks of the answer? Is there an answer? The people who think they know the answer must be mistaken. There can't be a real answer to ones love, and pain. We all have different loves, and different pain. It's something we don't controll and it's not watched over. But do we bring it on ourselves may you ask. Aha. That's a good question.

forgetting, and letting go.

We all have those moments in our lives that we wish we could forget, but we just cant. Those moments, th-they stay with you everyday, and you think about them. You wish they would just leave you alone, and go away. Trust me, they wont. Its like that song that gets stuck in your head and you can't get it out. Just this time, its a memory, and it never leaves. It's as if its haunting you, and waiting for you to just give up. But you wont, and you cant. Dont let this memory take over.
'Arnt we great at holding onto the past?' It's so true. Its something that many people deal with, and for some it eats them up, and they never tell anyone. They're scared to tell anyone. They dont want people to know, and they never will want them to know. People say therepy helps, but what makes you think I want to go tell a stranger all the problems in my life? All these people just need a friend. A person to talk to. Someone they can tell anything to. Rare to find, but out there. I haven't found mine yet, and I don't think I will. Don't get me wrong, I have bestfriends who are there for me, they just won't understand. I'm sure i'm not the only one feeling that way at times, just some of us are afraid to admitt it. Coming to terms with ones feelings may be something quite difficult to do, but someday, somehow, it will happen.