Victor

I am a champion. You have no right.
I was born into a sinfull world. A sinful world you helped turn.
I don’t pretend to be something I’m not, I know my place, I welcome my justice.
You ignore it, you pretend it isn’t there, and seek what is not yours to find.
I am a winner; I follow the rules, I make friends, I care about them, I hold them above myself. The world is full of people like you, this is why you need to leave. You clog it up like a blocked sink, you mistreat it. You burn it, you discard it because you don’t consider the idea of appreciating it.

You were given power, you were gven talent. You abuse it.
You abuse it like you abuse the body you were given, you abuse it because you allow yourself to sabotage your mind.
You claim you’re depressed, and you drag others down with you when you drink, you smoke, you used to even cut! You used to take drugs, and you promise you don’t now, but that’s not what your friends say.
You do all of this, and you still expect nature to bend to your will. You complain that you think no one can help you.
Did you ask me for help?
Did you ask your friends?
Did you ask God? These are questions I’ve asked before, but you still arent listening.

‘We are all equal’. Not you. We are taught this, but no, you are beneath me. And I hate you for this. You had the chance to be here with me, you threw that away. You abuse, and you will lose, there is no way around this. I have already won.
I have already won. I’ve chosen my path, and I know it’s the right one. It’s a path many others have chosen. You were welcome on on this path, but now you’ve lost my trust. You cheated and now you’ll pay the price. I won’t help you any more. I have won my game. You won’t even finish yours, and I laugh at you. You are a foolish person. You will pay for that.

Because of the way I live, I prosper, I am given riches and glory, I am filled with a spirit you denied. You have lost it. I have won it, because I worked for it.

A moment of punk rock.

As many of you are aware I have a back problem, one that has prevented me from doing PE for the rest of the year. This has been in effect for quite a while, so when a teacher takes me and some others to a classroom and tells us to writ eout a hundred times ‘PE is compulsary, I will remember my PE kit’, I complain about this and they tell me ‘You aren’t special, everyone gets the same treatment for not having their kit’ this is what happens. . .

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Ok, this probably strikes you as pointless and childish, but it made me chuckle.

Stop Complaining

This is a message to everyone who complains to me about how bad school is, or the ‘big problems’ they face with their girlfriend(s) and why they are worse off than me, as if it’s something to be proud of.

With all the ‘problems’ you have in the world, all the little things that you think give you the right to complain about school, family, friends or ‘How bad my life is’, you need to stop acting like you are the centre of the universe, a spoilt brat who is hard done by, you have no idea how good you have it. Realise you need to grow up and stop wasting my life as well as yours by complaining about the trivial little annoyances that you allow to bring down your world.

There are people, people we know, our friends, who have genuine problems; their parents are divorcing, they self-harm, they face personal character attacks every day (and it’s not because of the way they dress, style their hair, the way they talk or the area they live in). These people either don’t complain about it to everyone, or they are open about their problems, allowing their friends to help them. These people, no matter how hard things are, get on with life, they don’t let it destroy them. These are the strongest people I know, I admire their courage and pray I can find the strength of mind that these people have and that I may be able to ignore the trivial annoyances in my life and realise through this how well off I am.
I hold these people in the highest regards.

I hope that some day soon you realise just how small your problems are and know they do not give you the right to mope around acting depressed and letting your problems affect your friends, whining because of how self-centred you are. I lend you money, I pay for your lunch, I help you because I want to be a good friend. I find it insulting that you do not even acknowledge this, know I won’t be doing it anymore for these people that throw it back in my face. I’m done with you.

Ultrasound, God and invitations.

Ultrasound
I was fairly annoyed this morning by the incompetence of my science exam.