Im Sooo Misterunderstood's blog: "the little lost one's diary"

I hate the system. I hate how our taxes are worthless. I hate how we need to have a car, a. k. a. a polluting machine of death, insurance for that car, insurance for our health, insurance for our death, insurance for our home, and our computers, and our everything. I hate how we have to pay for such nonsense, how everything is so required.

I hate the stigmas of doing something other than what the masses do. I hate the prejudice. I hate the lack of health education in the schools. I hate how doctors can't do anything but take your money. I hate how the police don't care about your problems or you. I hate how the firemen don't care about saving your home, only the money they get paid, and putting out the fire the easiest way.

I hate how generalizations are so general, and how my arguments fall flat because I point out the truth in stereotypes. I hate how people can stand there, a cigarette between their fingers, and a soda in the other hand, and preach about this and that, and be listened to, and respected, while knowingly destroying their body, day in and day out.

I hate paper money, and the concept that we need it to eat, to be sheltered, to be loved. Just think, without money for clothing, you'd be naked, and shunned. Without money for food, you'd be starving and dying. Without money for shelter you're a bum. Without money for a car, a bus, a bike, you're stuck on your own two feet in cities too vast to walk through in a day. And without transpiration, food, clothing and shelter, not to mention a phone, a steady address and a piece of paper that says you spent time going through the bull shit that High School is then you can't even get a job that will pay you that money that you need.

What a nasty cycle that doesn't even make sense. And no one wants to listen to an eighteen year old black girl in Indianapolis, IN, who grew up without a lot of that blasted thing, money. Health should come first. Family should come first. Friends and love should come first. Effort and thought should come first. It should all come before our personal bank account and belongings. And yet everyone is in it for themselves, or their very small circle, and fuck everyone else, because they would do the same to you.

So I've been robbed. So I've been punched. So I've been teased and picked on. So I've been ditched, left alone, and kicked while I was down. So I've been dumped, talked about, told on for things I didn't do, even framed. And why? Because I didn't backstab them before they backstabbed me. I've got Mom, who is too busy to even catch up with herself.

That's what I have, and that's all I have. The computer is nice, something I wouldn't want to lose. The room is okay, running water and shelter are great and all, but when it comes down to it, I've got fone pperson, and that's my existence. This house isn't mine, no money was ever mine, every possession can be broken or gone in one moment's time. Even the people I love can be snatched from me.

And if everyone just stopped worrying so much about the minor details of everything, and instead reached out to each other with understanding and open arms, then it wouldn't be that way. But everyone as a whole doesn't even exist.

I don't exist in the sum called everyone, and neither do you my dear reader. We are expendable, and no matter how we know that everything is not ours, we'll never cope with it when it's all gone.