Like Father Like Son

Snow! We have snow!  Sad thing is had to blame it for the bruised cartilage, and sprained hand.  What really happened was me and my little brother beat the shit out of each other.  But we knew if we told our mother that we'd be dead. 
So he was "sick," and our cat attacked his face.  And I slipped in the snow.  Not hard to believe since my heel on my boot is two inches high. 
I think I am supposed to regret the fight, but if anything I'm hapy.  I made him throw up, have a bitch of a head ache, and I made him bleed.  All of that pent up energy, violent thoughts I think about him came out just a little. 
I feel refreshed.  Well worth the wounds.  Aren't you supposed to let it all out?  Don't bottle your feelings, opinions?  What if the person you share with has the mind of a spoiled seven year old and thinks like their father?
He's already gone about life.  He doesn't understand any of whcih I yelled at him as we beat the shit out of each other.  Eating everything in sight, and playing video games.  Doesn't understand why I'm still not talking top him, pushing him around, etc. 
Like father like son.

Here are some of the pictures I take. Nature ones, and were earlier this year. Amateur.

Cold Hearted

I am a cold hearted bitch, appartently.  Is it odd that when I heard this, I felt pleasured?  Another part of me wanted to curl into a ball, cry, and yell "How could she SAY that?!" 
But I thought, like the girl I am "cool." 
"When I look into your eyes, I just see darkness.  Emptiness." 
"Oooh, I LIKE that!"  Let's just say, I'm going to store that away as a compliment. 
That's one of my oddities.  I do NOT like being complimented on my school inteligence, or looks. 
Do not like it. 
But. if you touch up on the stuff defined as "creepy," then I'm all smiles.
Did I mention just how odd I am?  And I'm not edven telling you the WHOLE of it.

Deals With The World

Whoever is up there, around here, or down there, has dealt me some crappy cards.
But you know what?
I can still play to win.

Yes, no, or Just Maybe?

Friends.  Now, everyone knows there is no positive yes, or no.  There is a different point of veiw, perspective, or angle. 
So.  No one is completely in love, or positively in love.  But then that means that no one is fully out of love, either.
No true love.  It's a myth. 
Now, back to friends.  No one has perfect friends.  You can look at bad friends, and say "We aren't like that."
Oh, yes, you are. It's just it's internal and little stabs, ones that aren't fully veiwed on display, but definetly not hiding.  No real friends.  No one has that. 

Up For A Swim?

I feel my mind wandering, random thoughts speed by.  I have been writing on my hand in blue ink so I don't forget anything that pops up as I daze into space, swimming deeply in my mind.
Sometimes I wish I could drown in it.  Get so deep, that I can feel the water moving it's way up my body.  Or maybe I could dive in, head first, doing that weird swimming move.
My friend says I swim like a mermaid, while everyone else says I swim like a fish.  All I do is move my body in my wave.
But swimming in my mind, so much that I can feel the waves my my thought process as I swim, would seem so right.

Emotions

I know in the one before that I said I hate crying.  I have found a more detailed answer.  I hate crying in front of people. 
But I like crying.  It's a release of all the bitter emotions flowing out of your eyes.
Crying is something I don't think I can live without.  It's addicting.