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What can I write about? Well, I'm listening to Future Trance Volume 29 and it's awsome. Hmm last night was fun as well. One think I remember other than all of my friends were driving through the town. There were these rich Italian guys in this restraraunt at the corner and we pulled up at a red light next to them with some other kids cars in front of ours. This girl that sat next to me came out of the window and waved at her friends I looked out and saw the men sitting outside looking at us like w're animals but not in that way. In more of a curious way.I was looking at him for five seconds and I don't know what I saw but it was weird. It was like,looking through his eyes, I could think what he did. Like I was reading his mind, but not really you know. It was like looking through his eyes, seeing his world. A guy and a girl in this car with the music blasting some kids in the front. Girls hanging out of the window in the car in front of us. "Just a bunch of crazy ass kids trying to have a good time." It was a weird feeling, curious, yet... I didn't care muchabout what he thought, except the way he looked, his posture, his hair. You know now as I realize it, the only reason I'mnot able to express myself fully is because of my fucking brother. e always looks at what I read that I consider well written, or just personal and he tries making fun of it. See I don't even know if I've got spelling mistakses or not ecause I'm hiding my window so that douche won't see what I write. He knows he has no reason to look at my writing but he doesn't care. He could be smart, he really could., but he's a lazy, kid. Who won't accept faults and improve on it. All he ever does is ask questions, if he cant do anything by himself, he'll beg me to fix it, if not he'll go get someone to fix it for him. How retarded can you be? Please teach yourself how to fuckin do things instead of being a bitch, teach yourself something and make your mind valuable. God gave it to you for a reason, you CAN make mistakes, if you do make them accept them, and stop being a punk by saying, "Ok stop yelling at me" and holding it inside like a bitch, make something of your self and you'll become something. It's a simple saying that my dad always uses, " Help yourself and God will help you." That quote is a universal thing, if you want to improve yourself, you've got to become a different person, personality-wise. It will only be for the better, How far are grades in the 60's going to take you? I don't know, let's ask Mr. History and see how many peopole are rememberd for their brilliance in the art of laziness... no one. If your reading this and your thinking "Wow this kid is gay" fuck you. you have no right to judge someone and try to lower their self-esteem. I already know what I am and this is just the more personal side that never comes out in public, enough people know me to prove your idea wrong too, whatever. If you aim to improve yourself mentally, stop being a dick and try to be open minded and understand, thats great. I've got alot of more things to ramble on about but I can't do it now because I can't see what I'm writing. I'll leave that for future posts.