Konichiwa mina! How are you all! Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been really busy. But I thought of something I want to share.

                  I am a woman. A strait, white, cisgender, Christian women. What this amounts to basically, according to society, I'm not allowed to be proud of who I am. So what if I'm attracted to the opposite gender? So what if I identify as what I was borne as? I am part of a majority, that much I understand, but it really ticks me off when I try to be proud of myself, but I get call a racist, or some other name because I am part of a majority. 

                   I'll stand up for everyone, but those people who think because they're part of a minority, they are better than I am. On another note, yes, black lives matter. But so do white, Mexican, Indian, and any other person. All lives matter, including us in this majority. 

                   If this post offends you, I don't care, you can get off my blog, but I'm proud of who I am. And I am a strait, white, cisgender, Christian women, and I am aloud to be proud.

                     Konichiwa everyone! I'm back after such a long absence. Gomenosie!


So, in my Human Geography class, we were discussing the idea of Seiran refugees coming to the United States and I, hating that class as much as I do, sat there, brooding, and thinking. Thus I realized something. The human race is selfish. We are revolted by the idea of helping those in need and we don't care. We don't give a damn. I hate it. I hate the fact that we can't see past our differences. To paraphrase Black Butler, "Nationality is irrelevant. All people, times and places are the same at some point or another." I'm sorry, please forgive me.

              Hey there guys! Sorry it's been so long, but, here I am! I still exist! I haven't died! Haha! Surprise! Um, happy Labor Day! How is everyone? You all doing okay? Is there anything you would like for me to cover? Any ideas? Any at all? Please don't be shy, tell me if you want me to cover anything or want me to give my opinion on something, or if you want me to post anything. I love all of you so, so, so much. All righty then, bye bye! *anime smile*

                   Hey guys! (Insert anime smile) So, I was digging through some of my old journals and I found a poem that I wrote and I realized just how dark my poetry can get. WARNING: COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOU CRY!

DESPAIR

Despair

Hatred

Anger

All of them cramp my heart
They set up camp and do not leave
Until they fade
They fade not
In this time
And refuse to go
I try to force them
But they stay
Like a permanent fixture
That will not shatter
The only thing that holds me up
A pillar
Some might say
Is the love I feel
For you
For her
For all
All but this horrible dark
Unending night
With no moon to light it
You are a candle
That lights my darkest night
Occasionally you dim
But you don't go out

                   



                       Hey guys, I apparently just hit 104 views. I really appreciate it. I hope that you all enjoy this blog and everything. I don't know 3/4 of you guys more than likely, but I respect you, simply because you have put up with me so far. I feel like I am wasting you guy's time, so forgive me if I have hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

             Konichiwa Mina! (Hello everyone!) So, I have been kinda bored and lonely lately, so I have taken to making up scenarios in my head, and I realized, laying in bed last night, that I expect to much of people. I have an honest question for those of you who know me personally, or for those of you who just read this, or know me online. Am I a demanding, pushy, annoying bitch?

            I am often left out of activities with my friends, and it is either because I am annoying, or they just don't see how much I want to be included. I have gotten used to it, mostly because I'm not exactly the most persuasive person, but I feel like I am demanding.

                                        Sorry if this just sounds like angst, or whining, but I feel angsty and my dad gets pissed when I take it out on him, so, forgive me.

             Things like true love, and love at first sight, and soul mates only exist in fairy tales and story books. Now, if you are four, then these things are real to you, just like the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny.

             Love doesn't happen at first sight. Love happens over time and some times you don't even realize it. For me, love has been like a disease. A slow, painful one that will probably kill me in the end but I don't want to loose it.

             It hit me slowly, and then ripped my arm off and proceeded to beat me with it. This feeling has been tearing me apart for a little over a year and a half now. I've learned to live with it, but every time I think about it, I feel the pain of loving someone who doesn't love me.

             Another reason it hurts so bad is someone very close to me feels the same way. I don't know how to deal with this.

              The point of this whole blog is to help people by giving them advice or what ever, but I am asking for your help. If any of you know what I should do, then, please share.