I am a unique person, as everyone is uniquely different. But if you read this, and leave a comment, maybe, you'd change something-for the good of me, for the better of me- so I can mature. I'm only fourteen and when someone around you commits suicide you've got one a hell of a thing to put up with. My entries won't be that depressing, but I'd just like to speak my mind.
My life is like if I have a Gauntlet clenched over my hand, and its stuck there, just like a mask. I can't get rid of it, I can't deny it, the violence I want to commit, the demons within pulling at me to use the gauntlet.
But there was a reason why I placed the gauntlet over my hand. It was to keep me from harming this beautiful world around me. Because right now it seems like everything I touch falls apart, burns away. So I placed the Gauntlet over my hand to keep me from touching anything. It's nothing I need.
God has done these things for a reason, as my life is my trial, and I thank him for all he does is righteous.
My references are based off the song The Gauntlet by Demon Hunter. I will post the lyrics in my journal.
'The day is for manners,
The night for madness.'
 Inu-Vaike · Mon Apr 20, 2009 @ 09:14pm · 0 Comments |
