I used to exist

I used to be 3d

Now I am a projection

Only can be seen

Never touched

Never heard


I blame you

Only you



We are all desperate

This is new to me

the concept of love

not the real thing

just the hypothetical


I see desperate people

searching for someone

maybe I am one of them

maybe thats why

I’ve been hurt


Maybe she is one of them too

Yet I feel no unity

At least

not yet


I have turned her into a stranger

I don’t regret it

But I do miss her

Not him


It’s a package deal

Even if she denies it

I see them

I turn away

You did….you will

You painted over me

as if i was never there

a new shade

that i never was


You changed me

and then left


You will change her

and then leave


I will pick up the pieces

As I always do

When it comes to you

Political Correctness

We need this in our society… an extent. Let me be more clear. If we are too focused on political correctness, then people will be scared to speak their mind. Therefore, it will be so much harder to have social change. If you have not experienced this yourself, let me give you some examples. A family friend of mine, went to a college…sorry I don’t remember which one. He ended up transfering, because he felt that if he said anything at all, people would start yelling at him or get offended. His goal was not to offend anyone….he just wanted to share his opinion, but he was too scared. Another example is a personal one. I used to have this friend who is a strong femenist, like me. But whenever I was around her, that is all we seemed to talk about. Don’t get me wrong, I love saying my opinion ;). But there came a point where she was so passionate about the subject, that it almost seemed like she was angry with me even though I was agreeing with her. So then, I kind of just stopped talking to her because I was too scared to. There, as always, can be where people ignore political correctness wayy too much. So I guess you would call it…political incorrectness? And guess what?! I have an example of that too. I had a friend over to my house yesterday and we talked for about two or three hours and it was really nice…oh yeah except for the part where he revealed that he is sick of all this (these are his words not mine): “LGBTQRGTFR kinda stuff.”