Sunday, June 18, 2006
depressing stories
waahh... I had read and watch depressing stuff today.... I wonder how could that author can create such sad stories... Maybe only I think that it is very sad... But the stories are very nice!!!
I really want to be able to create such stories... At least for my english essay haha!! Her or his grammar is not that nice though....
Watched a documentary on Steven Hawking. His theory sounded interesting though very difficult to understand. I think he was a very good fighter in his life. A genius indeed!
I suddenly felt that there are a lot of ppl out there. A paraplegic, those orphans, those who couldn't do anything but sold their bodies, those who took drugs as there are sooo many problems in life that burdened them, those abused by parents, those who longed for someone to care for them and especially those who are different, different from us, from normal ppl. Oh no, those stories really starting to affect my thoughts but I can't help it. The stories are dark but they are nice. They are really nice even if they took me hours to read ;)
I hope I can play a musical instrument like a violin or a piano well, really well like a virtuoso. I don't noe why I suddenly felt that way...
"I am a bloody cripple for the rest of my life. I need help for the rest of my life. Hell, I can’t even dress properly! I am so fed up to stand in front of the supermarket and can’t go in because there’re steps at the front door. I’ll never be able to live in my parents beach house, because there’s a big staircase and it’s twenty miles away from Tokyo! And even if there were a bus I would never get into it with that bloody wheelchair!” "I thought I could begin a new life here. Without any memories of my talents I used to have. Without thinking of how great it was to play the violin before so many people. How great it was to win the swimming competitions. Hey, they wanted me to swim for the Olympic Games!" -Michiru, as a paraplegic in fanfiction Plus de compassion
breakaway ♥
9:11 PM
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