
I'm Megan, and I either have something to say or nothing to say. My life is complicated, yet i manage to make it look simple. I have gone through alot more then most young people my age will ever have to go through. Modern society doesn't please me. Beautiful perfection is what this world has come down to, or at least that's what they expect. I don't expect anything. The obsession with material things really is out of hand. Everyone is trying to be one another and its outragious. Racism is out of hand. Sexism is out of hand. What this generation is coming down to is not right. Which is why I usually stick to myself and the few friends I have. I don't believe you need a ton of friends to prove how great you are. I'm not the normal teen. My interest is taken in by different things. certain people I don't even know intrigue me. Various things immediately adopts my attention and they grow onto me. I don't make sence half of the time. Most people don't understand me, half the time I don't understand myself. But, I believe life is given to us to give us a chance to discover not only things, but ourselves. I have gotten sucked into wrong crowds of people, and I am not going to let that happen again. I'm not really into what's "in".
I don't really have a religion, but I do believe in God and do pray. I have gone to a private baptist school, and absolutely hated it. And disagreed with almost everything they taught. They taught us lies, trying to practically brainwash all the students into belieiving their words, not God's. Which made me realize I do not fit into who they are. I don't belive you need a religion. So this paragraph or whatever is just a bunch of random things crammed together. I'll probably randomly add stuff to it.
I guarantee your much, much cooler then me(:
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? Add my myspace! Myspace.com/megannnw13
I believe In alot. ![]()
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