If there is one thing that really bothers me about the internet, it is forums. Don’t get me wrong, I love to go and see what people have to say, and have, on occasion, been known to post in a select few. In fact, once I joined a forum created by someone who was my friend on Neopets and made some good friends on there. However, what I don’t like about forums is the fact that people say terribly nasty things to people on them, simply because they have voiced their opinion. I just don’t understand why people would feel the need to attack someone who is, essentially, a complete stranger, just because they disagree with what they have said. Fair enough if people want to say that they disagree, and give their own opinion on the matter, but I think that it is entirely unnecessary and, quite frankly, disgusting, when they make personal comments against someone, when they have no reason to judge them, as they do not even know them. I don’t want to come across as a total hypocrite, as I realise that I am basically saying stuff against people I don’t know, but it is not like I am going around calling people a ‘fag’ or a ‘retard’ just because they disagree with me. I am actually quite reluctant to post on the IMDb message boards for the simple fact that I don’t want a randomer having a go at me. I don’t really see why people can’t just get along and accept the fact that not everybody is going to have the same views as them all of the time.
July 2008
July 30, 2008
If you can’t type anything nice, don’t type anything at all…
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July 30, 2008
Today I deleted my old website, from the days when I used to write poems and lyrics on a regular basis. I started it in 2005, on the 4th August, so almost three years ago. It’s so strange to look back at what I wrote. I copied and pasted every word, so that I can keep it all. Every verse, every memory. It makes me quite sad to see how bad I felt. Obviously some of it is terribly written, as you would expect from a fourteen-year-old who didn’t even take any sort of interest in the English language. But some of it… some of it I don’t believe I could write these days. That is partly down to feelings and emotions. I am less angry than I used to be. But part of it is simply down to the fact that I wouldn’t think of writing in that way any more. It seemed to just flow. Now when I try to write, it comes out wrong, I can’t successfully convey what I am trying to get across, but before, every word and phrase meant something, and even if i was the only one who understood it, it didn’t matter, because it was personal. Special. And even now I can still match the words up with what was going on at the time. Pinpoint the exact moment when I felt a certain way. And now it all seems so silly, so small.
July 12, 2008
I think I might stop eating. Well, I will live off one meal per day. I don’t care if it’s not healthy, I’m just tired of not being able to fit into any clothes.
