http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/ my_life Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:50:00 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/37.html Sat, 13 Jan 2007 05:15:15 GMT and here i stand at yet another fork in the road...uncertian of which way to turn..the words cant escape my mouth the thoughts are jumbled im sitting and watching my life pass by..theres nothing left inside me to motivate me to fight..maybe its better this way..tired of being the bad guy..the kid no one likes..tired of causeing anger and pain..tired of trying to do t hings right..trying to make you happy and continiously failing miserably..tired of being an inadequate friend..but when it comes down to it..how much do i really care...to i care enough to leave sleep over it...do i care enough... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=37 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/36.html Thu, 14 Sep 2006 02:15:46 GMT Shes speaking, teaching , preaching but I have no understanding of the point she is tryingto make. My eyes are slowly closing and it won't be long before I'll be dozing. I'm so lost not just with this class but my life in general, the future, present and the past. The glass seems to be half full but really...how much longer will that last? She's tossing and dropping names of all these "famous" people, names I've never heard, actions I've been unaware of. It makes my brain begin to tick and I wonder how I differ from any of them, how my actions differ from theirs. Is the story of their... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=36 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/35.html Sun, 10 Sep 2006 18:37:56 GMT And here it is already...the end of the summer, and what lies just around the corner is yet another step in the path of growing older. Leaving for school or begining to work full time. But as we move on we must not forget the past and chose to leave it behind. Remember to never forget who you were and where you came from, for it is these simple facts that made you who you are today and are a great factor in creating who you will become. Remember to keep in touch with those you love and who love you and keep your head placed ever so nicely upon your shoulders. Be sure to live a little and... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=35 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/34.html Wed, 10 Aug 2005 03:10:51 GMT Yes, no, maybe so, either way I just don't seem to know. The world is beginning to spin much faster than it did in the past. Things that were just seem not to last. I don't know who you are, or who you were. I don't know me or how I came to be. I don't know what to say or what to think, where to go or what to be. From the outside it seems as if im as happy as can be, but truth have it nothings going right, everyones going left. My minds a mess, it hurts to think, it hurts to breathe, things just get worse as the tears begin to fall. Though all in all it could be worse, i could be the... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=34 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/33.html Tue, 09 Aug 2005 02:32:30 GMT If I were to close my eyes and count to ten would you still be there when I went to open them again. Or like the rest would you flee so carelessly. Disregarding the heart of mine, that breaks more and more with every step you take. For its's not who you know, what you do, or how you look that pulled me in. It's who you are and what makes you, you. It's the way you talk, the way you act, and the way you be. So if I do decide to close my eyes, and away you go to run and hide. I will know deep down inside the truth of the man who "never lied".. IdIoT_mE Just a little blurb that... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=33 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/32.html Sat, 25 Jun 2005 18:41:56 GMT Sure they come and they go, but its no lie when they say the ones that are true, are there through and through. Friends. A precious gift in life that one can only give themselves. Without a friend that's true, you'll never be the real you. IdIoT_mE http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=32 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/30.html Sun, 02 Jan 2005 06:58:40 GMT Whats it like? Whats it like to be someone to somebody. To be there for somebody, to be their life line. Whats it like to love and be loved A boy sits in his room with the music blaring. It's his way of getting through life. With no one to talk to, and plenty to talk about. He feels as if his life has come to an end. He tried to end his life many times before...but with little success. It was as if he knew deep down inside of him that there was something more, something better, something for him. He kept fighting through and eventualy he found someone. Someone to talk... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=30 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/29.html Sat, 27 Nov 2004 04:44:05 GMT So if you really cared, don't you think you would have been there. Things are so hard now with him gone. Everytime I think about home, I think about last year, and last year he was still there. Last year he sat beside me in science class, last year he was made fun of, last year he had very few friends, but yet last year he was still happy, he smiled, he waved. He delivered papers, he baked, he worked at the local store, he babysat, he was a teenager. However things have changed, events have taken place that probably shouldn't have. But its all a part of life. Now I don't like to... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=29 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html Fri, 09 Jul 2004 07:31:05 GMT once in a while you meet extraordinary people these people change you and who you are what you use to be doesn’t exist anymore, sometimes for the better, others for worse then the friendships start to fade and all that’s left is you… not how you use to be but how you are now even when they leave they are still connected to you because they have altered you, your presence, your life. but life goes on and all that is left is memories, ... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=27 http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html Fri, 09 Jul 2004 07:21:34 GMT Do you ever just stop, and think? Think what it would be like if you suddenly dissapeared. Would anybody notice..would anybody care. It's stuff like this, that makes me hate having such a vivid imagination. I hate how i think so much...too much. I hate the feeling of needing someone, somebody, soo bad and them not needing me. I hate the look of disgust in peoples eyes as i walk by. I hate the sight of the past and where it mixes with the future. I hate the ones I know. I hate the way they talk. I hate the way they act. I don't really like the way they look, but, thats not their... (more) http://standuptall.blogdrive.com/comments?id=26