I've got intelligence surpassing that of what could limit me to being a vicim to your age-prejudice bullshit.

Please. Keep your ageism to yourself. Your problems with my birth date clearly stem from your own insecurities and inability to form valid intelligence of your own; fuck you all :]

Just some more ramblings of my mind; attempts to convey and express just what goes on up there.

All grown up now

Is it a fashion statement if I walk around naked? Or perhaps just a sign of a budding psychopath? Exposure never knew such boundaries as the day you stopped caring…

            Dear you,

                           All we get now is broken conversation, holes masked with silence and irrational pleasantries; highlighting the expanding distance of our personas. Eradicating all previous knowledge of each other; strolling down memory lane, desperately searching for anything linking myself to you. If you wanted this as a lifestyle, then we’d just start from scratch, build everything up again, bigger and better this time. But a life of dishonesty and jaded equilibrium is not what you desire, nor deserve.

              There have been times, I’ve sat and listened out for you words circling within my mind; trying so hard to comprehend what you exactly meant. But I could never figure you out; there was always that sense of mysticism. That’s why it was so magical, because I knew you almost fully, but understood very little. It was a case of finding out something new every day; but time is irrelevant because every second felt like an hour when we were departed; and every hour, a second when our mind’s thought at different paces, but together.

              “Together” is something I cannot relate to “us” any longer. Although, there is no “us”. For there to be an “us” we would have to be together. Which we are not, physically, mentally or emotionally; not any longer. The geographical distance makes little impact on the feelings I hold to your name, but in terms of spirituality: “us” does not exist. We are, quite simply, two souls that used to know each other, floating around within the boundaries of time searching for our way back to “normality”.

              Enough with the attempted euthanasia; I expect no gratification, remorse, guilt, pity or sadness. At the end of the day, we both have myself to blame, scratching words and tears onto the side of my heart doesn’t put me out of this misery. It’s just a coward’s way of accepting the truth. You were always the only one to get me to see with my eyes, not my brain; take a look around me and realise just exactly where I was. You made me observant, more insightful and intelligent. For that, I will always be in your debt. Feel free to emotionally bankrupt me any day, it would only be returning the favour I’m sure.

                                     With sentiment, sincerely “ours”, your emma.

Of all these idiots who sprout a load of rubbish about their culture, religion or country being about peace...when they participate in, or are supportive of "honour" killings. I'm sick of brain-washed people saying that a six year old girl being stoned to death because she "shamed" her family by being pinned down and raped by some sick bastard, is ok and the rightful thing to do. I'm sick of people attempting to shove their religion and beliefs down my throat, then going ape when i basically tell them to stick it where the sun does not shine. I'm sick of religios fanatics saying that abortion is murder and that any woman, under any circumstances, that has an abortion is going to hell and is a whore. I'm sick of oppinionated people who refuse adamantly to accept other people's views. I'm sick of people calling my a "young girl" and dismissing my opinions as the ramblings of a controlled teenager. I'm sick of perverts messaging me a load of fucking shite, then calling me a whore when i reply telling them to piss off. I'm sick of people denying that they are hypocrites when it's obvious and a fact that they are. I'm sick of people thinking they know me just because of  few things i've said. I'm sick of people thinking that i have no idea what life is about, or how hard it can be, just because i was borin in 1991. I'm sick of dickheads and stuck up bitches. ARGH!