R.I.P.

The words death are often spoken of in such a negative connotation and rip the fabric of peoples souls. But why can't death be a happy and a sad time. Remembering the good times, and remembering god has purposed a time on earth when "death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcrying, nor pain be anymore." Gods granting us a time when the world will be perfect. When one car accident leading to the death a young teenage boy isn't the end of a sad life but the beginning of a perfect one. We must hold our heads up, to rise above sadness and not let Satan trap us into his devious and depressing traps. We need to keep our faith strong, we need to not be saddened by death but make it an increase of resolve to love, be faithful and always look towards the future with endurance in our hearts, and good times and a bible in our hands.


Goodnight.

Faces Masked With Discretion.

I feel myself get boiled and lit up inside. I have just insane amounts of fueled and brilliant anger locked away. But you would never know. I look normal, act normal but what I feel always keeps me edgey and ready to pounce.I hold myself to such a bloody (yes im going British here for a bit) high level I often fall short and then get all pissy and whiny and irritated with myself. A glimpse into my mind reveals torment, hatred of love (im a 16 year old boy going through emotional heartache, what do you expect) and an overwhelming sense of under achievement . Anyway my dedicated blog readers (a solid two people ) were getting bored so I figured entertaining you with my emotional parodies would at least distract you from realizing I haven't posted in a good month. Writers block is starting to vanish and the gears in my metallic head are turning. More to come
PeaCe!