Death's mountains and Life's canyons...

Though you don't see it, there is death at every corner. Waiting for you to make the wrong turn... This is me, unknown, and this is my life's journal. All the way to death...

[taking-deaths-hands-blog]

Dear whoever will understand,

I want everyone to be happy. I want everyone to feel they belong, that they exist on this planet. I want everyone to have someone who they can count on through hard times, through times when no one will understand. I want to be that person. And I try. There are moments in life where I've thought how I don't belong to the world, and then took them back. Heaps of times I have felt like an empty shell, but I always find someone inside. But that wasn't the case today. I was nothing. I am nothing. I won't be anything except a shadow. I wispy dark silhouette that follow the puppet which is my body. I accept death, I accept life. They are the same thing right? I've been told many a time that it's okay to cry. But they don't understand. When you cry it makes the other feel awful and think that it was their fault when it wasn't, it was just life. If only people would understand that what is on the outside isn't what is within, we could be happier. This is why I want to help. I want everyone to feel like they are equal, that it's not their fault. It was meant to be. If only there where people like that.

Here always,

Unknown

[taking-deaths-hands-blog]

Dear whoever will care,

I want to be happy. I want to be happy with everyone. I want to be able to fit in everywhere. To be even in the smallest bit wanted. I want my parents to love me. I want to love them back. I do love them. I really do. They just never see it, they'll never listen. Yesterday someone listened. This girl at school. She listened. She told me this is how bad things begin, how people can go from being just upset to being a disastrous ship wreck. She understands. She cares. Thank you. 

I love my parents. I very much do. But as I told you, they don't listen. As a kid when I told them stories, they never listened. When I started to write songs, the never listened. When I used to my magic tricks, they never listened. And they tell me "Why don't you do anything, you give up on every interest you find." But I can never tell them, they are the reason for my giving up. Because the never listen. But more than that, I find it sad, that having my father as a doctor and mother with a masters degree, they don't understand what I'm going through though that girl does. I find it sad that they don't want to listen to my problems, but claim every problem in the world is thiers. Is that how parents are meant to be? Is it? I really hope your parents aren't.

Here always,

Unknown

[taking-deaths-hands-blog]

Dear whoever will listen,

I might not be the saddest person on earth, but I'm not the happiest. I just wish life could be better, less challenging, more exiting. It's hard to do while pinned being pinned down. It really truly is. Thank you if you are taking your time to read this, because someone reading this means a lot to me. I just want everyone to be happy, but when I push them forward I fall back, and in the end there is no one left to help me up. I wish there was, I wish there was one for everyone, every human on this earth and even the aliens too. So this is my blog, a real blog, that is the profile of my life written by me but acted by unknown. Thank you, really thanks.

Here always,

Unknown