in Gangs of New York is the man.
all you can know is the face of a door.
tell that to the mother who works two jobs so that she can put food on the table and pay for someone to look after her kids, but still can’t find enough money to send them to school because Walmart just won’t give her the extra money she needs? Why don’t you tell that to the kid your age in some third world country whose name you can’t even pronounce with your 15000 dollar education, walking the streets selling things in the middle of traffic, things he could never afford but would be willing to risk death so that his family can eat tonight? Why don’t you tell that to the child who has been sold into sex trafficing and cannot even begin to comprehend what love is or even a relationship? Why don’t you tell that to anyone else in the world who isn’t as fortunate as you and then maybe you’ll think, “What the fuck do i have to be complaining about?”
in your hand
and if you have to look
your pathetic concerns and complaints
are already drowning you
and people will laugh
you’re not even in the right end of the pool.
such a terrible thing could happen to such a nice, and respectful guy. i wish i got to know you more. It makes me recognize how real life is and how it can affect everyone. Rest in peace.
that today was wednesday. i hate school
it is hard for me to say right now which i like more, film or photography. I feel like photography is so much easier for me and that you are given the ability to capture something from your point of view and make it pleasing to other people so easily. But i’m torn because i haven’t enough opportunities with film to do that and need to work with people who are taking it as seriously as i do. Hopefully I will get to direct a movie where the screenplay appeals to me. I really am determined to make something out of this. i felt like it was good to write this, even if it is just for myself and to make some goals.
the reason is, because.
if the next life is or isn’t