Who are the REAL monsters?? You call the kids that shoot up schools Monsters. Like those two guys that shot up their school years back, and they blamed it on Marylin Manson , (which, might I add, is completely and utterly stupid, on those people parts.) I believe they, the adults, and/or the public, just don’t want to take the blame because, deep down, they know its their fault. They weren’t the ones listening, taking action themselves on disciplining their own fucking kids A,K.A the victims. They maybe thought their kids were fucking saints.  People don’t realize, they don’t acknowledge, that we are all different. We all have different limits. We aren’t the same. There is only so much on can take, but people push and push and push until we break. I’m not going to lie, there were times when even I thought about it. What would happen if I did that.  I’m actually surprised no ended up doing that when I was in school.  So…to end my statement, In my eyes, the monsters aren’t those two kids who brought the guns to school, and shot everyone up, monsters…when the real monsters are the ones who pushed them to the brink.  -Evy  (inspired by Hello Herman)

Who are the REAL monsters??

You call the kids that shoot up schools Monsters. Like those two guys that shot up their school years back, and they blamed it on Marylin Manson , (which, might I add, is completely and utterly stupid, on those people parts.) I believe they, the adults, and/or the public, just don’t want to take the blame because, deep down, they know its their fault. They weren’t the ones listening, taking action themselves on disciplining their own fucking kids A,K.A the victims. They maybe thought their kids were fucking saints. 

People don’t realize, they don’t acknowledge, that we are all different. We all have different limits. We aren’t the same. There is only so much on can take, but people push and push and push until we break. I’m not going to lie, there were times when even I thought about it. What would happen if I did that. 

I’m actually surprised no ended up doing that when I was in school. 

So…to end my statement, In my eyes, the monsters aren’t those two kids who brought the guns to school, and shot everyone up, monsters…when the real monsters are the ones who pushed them to the brink. 

-Evy 

(inspired by Hello Herman)

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AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Strength!!!! Someone once told me they ENVIED me because I wasn’t afraid of anything…that I was so strong. If only they knew. I’m scared of a lot of things. I’m not strong at all. I’m weak. I’m a pathetic weakling. I can’t take a bad comment after giving my best. I would break down and cry.  I don’t even know why I play with tough facade that I put out. I hate crying, ESPECIALLY in front of others, but sometimes I can’t help the tears that pool out of my eyes. I can’t help the feeling of sadness and failure overcome me. I try to fight it, but I can’t.  I shouldn’t let it bother me. I shouldn’t care. I should move on with my life. The opinions of other people shouldn’t matter to me. THEY do NOT deserve my attention if all they do is give me negativity in return.  What I SHOULD do is stand up, dust off, turn around, and continue walking. In the words of Quarterflash 1981 “I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.”

Strength!!!!

Someone once told me they ENVIED me because I wasn’t afraid of anything…that I was so strong.

If only they knew. I’m scared of a lot of things. I’m not strong at all. I’m weak. I’m a pathetic weakling. I can’t take a bad comment after giving my best. I would break down and cry

I don’t even know why I play with tough facade that I put out. I hate crying, ESPECIALLY in front of others, but sometimes I can’t help the tears that pool out of my eyes. I can’t help the feeling of sadness and failure overcome me. I try to fight it, but I can’t. 

I shouldn’t let it bother me. I shouldn’t care. I should move on with my life. The opinions of other people shouldn’t matter to me. THEY do NOT deserve my attention if all they do is give me negativity in return

What I SHOULD do is stand up, dust off, turn around, and continue walking.

In the words of Quarterflash 1981 “I’m gonna harden my heart. I’m gonna swallow my tears. I’m gonna turn and leave you here.