confession: i’ve been out of it lately. and lately, its been all about death. all about death.
LOST: Michael betrays the gang and shoots Ana Lucia (b**** though she maybe) and Hurley’s girl Libby. Yes, its only a TV show, I was not prepared. It kind of shocked me and I’m a little shaken up still.
Wikipedia/Live Journal: As I was supposed to be studying last night I explored my new fascination with Wikipedia. I read everything there is to know about MySpace.com, the history of Xanga, (pretty silly section on how people pronounce Xanga,) and then LiveJournal. Wow. so they have all these links on here to notorious and signifacnt people that use LiveJournal. So yeah, they had a couple from murderers and one from a girl, that was murdered. It was TERRIBLE. EERIE.
It was as if I knew something that she didn’t. It wasn’t that deep, it didn’t mention anything like that. But I had something over her, I knew the end and she didn’t until it happened. It made me sick with humanity. it was AWFUL.
Have you ever thought about the last seconds of someone’s life just before they die? Where they’re at the mercy of everyone else, begging for their life, pleading with their captor, being brutilessly attacked, raped, tortured, and FOR WHAT? people are worth so much more than that.
Alias: Thanks Alias for letting me turn on the TV just as the other Sydney slit some girls throat. Wow. I’ve had enough for violence for the week.
Dinner table: My mom tells me that some friend of her friend went downstairs one night to take a shower and was found later strangled there.
Yes this post is morbid. I’m sorry. I bruise easily.
Lord be with us all, some one will die in a dark alley tonight, all-alone and the killer will disappear. why?