Or Up ... either way.
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Listening to: Bittersweet Symphony -- The Verve
Well, I just kinda stumbled across this thing and it looked alot less attacked then Xanga (to say the least) ... so I thought I'd see what it was ... you know how that is aye? Well this is it... This is Jakk Falling Down... or up either way... you know how it is? I'm going to leave you today with what I said in my xanga because it was about the best damn entry I've ever put in anything... 
let's see what this site looks like when I'm done... and I'll tell you if I'll keep it.
It's great when everything is honestly well... it's Friday and I can't sleep... my heart is pounding so fast I feel it might jump out of my chest. I never feel inspiration to just write anymore, just write, nothing negative or possitive, just thoughts. I guess I could try to do that now, when it seems so better than doing anything else and that includes watching movies... haha... I guess alot of things get realized by the words you say, this week was just, I don't know, beautiful. I guess that's how you can best put it. It's okay to let your feelings out on me ^.^ but it's funny when it comes off that I am a snobby, multifaced bitch by some lass who doesn't know me. But eh, I guess it isn't understood what that rant was about. I'm tired, I've been just like that rant my entire life but then, something happened like a year or two agao, something beautiful. I just stopped. I hate explaining myself however, I hate misunderstanding even more. But eh, that's life aye? Doesn't matter no way... I think so much lately that I think I might cave in... or EXPLODE, one of the two (hopefully the latter, it would suck to cave in) I miss my friends dreadfully but the count down's almost over and one of them (actually two if I think about it) will be home next week. I thought alot this week, just about life, other's lives and how I wanted to do something. I smile when I think about life... it's pecuiliar don't you agree? If you sit back and look at it, it's bizaar. One day, you're young and careless and the next, you're wrinkled and carful... what's not beautiful about that? It's metamorphic to say the least. My heart throbs for existence, for something new. I don't want to die without experience in something or another. And as much as I hate the thought of growing old, I with that I was sometimes. The only things I can and want to do come in later years. But, anyways, I let go you know? of the past... or almost. Somethings still hang on that I just can't seem to shake off. Let all your inhibitions go and just jump aye? Aye... my walls are covered with shit from the past... photos, posters, collages but, I know they're reminders, they're all still apart of me. I've been itching to go tag something lately (maybe the old club house?... no I think I might get killed if I go up there... damn gangs) Take a pic of it... maybe post it on here but definately on my deviantart. Something simple, a piece of me on the earth. I'm an artist hahaha... no really... I'm not unique or ordinary or extraordinary or original... just a damn artist. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I want the world to know me but I don't want to be known. It rained hard last night... it was beautiful. The stars were out and the lightning played in the sky as water fell... it was beautiful. It makes you feel at home (unless you hate thunderstorms) it makes me feel happy... like dancing or something. It's times like these when I want to show you my life and perhaps one day I'll show you... my beautiful friends, my messy room, me, my animals, the scenery, my world... or perhaps I'll let it go and you'll never see. I realize something macabre -- a dead rose on top of my "musical" toy box (that's broken mind you) and somehow, it's happy. I watched the news today and saw what the terrorists did to England... it reminded me of a part of my life that's there. I hope he's alright... oh god do I hope he's alright... it would kill me to know something happened to him that way... however... he was always so damn smart and strong, I know he's okay... I hope he's okay... I pray to the high heavens that he's okay. No one deserveds that... especially not Dex. And somehow, I know he is. It just goes to show, live life to the fullest, you never know when something will happen do you? And as sure as you wait it never will... death I mean... you'll go on living like you're already there. Isn't it amazing though? And eh... I've stayed inside all summer so i don't know exactly why I'm talking but, in the end it's true. There's something I want to show you but it'll wait till later, I have to get a hold of a camera first. I wish the world had peace, love, and harmony however, it never will considering ... WE'RE ALL filled with some form of hate... well, this is the end of this... I'll talk soon (of course)... and here....
With Love,
Jakkie
