Understanding the world is out of bound.
So try to know yourself to be found.

you make me sad
you make me blue even though you say i will be okay
i know its not true
i have no friends because of you the
path i walk i have no clue
it makes no sense you fill my mind with thoughts , thoughts of you, of ending it all, is this the way, are you my fate, am i suppose to give in let you take control, i guess so, you made me too weak to fight, to fight for whats mine, to fight for my life,
i guess this is to forever
my suicidal thoughts and i.

Then don't just keep lighting incense sticks...
Infact they are of no use other than giving off fake flowery scents
And polluting a creation of God.

Don't you think its a great irony that in the act of serving God, people litter God's greatest creations?

This, is a journal strictly for an open mind. One that's willing to explore the wonders hidden within the ambiguity of reading or writing.  It is for a mind willing to take on thinking about the obscure mysteries of life. The ones that remain taboo to others.

This, is a journal where limits don't exist.  Where worries of others opinions fade into non-existence, for you are in your own matrix right now.

This, is a white canvas waiting to be filled in with the strokes of your brush. A blank slate waiting, eagerly, to be filled in with your naked, non-societial conforming thoughts.