IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a page of my memos and other depressing neverless motivational and moving moments. Many of these issues may not concern you but read it anyway...it may just relate to your life and allow you to see they other side of the story. Stay here only if you are willing to confront serious and deep, profound writings. No memo has a title.



If you don’t know me well,
You’ll see me as the smarty-pants, know-it-all, perfectionist, teachers pet.

If you know me well,
You’ll see me as the pessimistic,
And well,
Some other thing that no one has yet knows.
So I of course wouldn’t be telling you.

Evil is an aspect brought on by a haunting past,
And continues to live by feeding upon itself.

All evil has its reasons.
And often the problem may be deeper then what it at first seems.
Not everyone is the same when they are not around people,
Away from the criticism of the world,
And just alone.
Whether it may be good or bad it just goes to show you that people act differently when not around others.

Eternal pain is forever present in our hearts,
Even if we may never express it.
A self absorbed little world created by criticism and sadness is often the root of most evil.

Sorry to burden you with all this,
Just think about it.

Who am I kidding?
You didn’t even read it.



It’s hard to endure the criticism of people,
It’s hard to endure the fact that your parents think your a dumbass.

But of all the people who you thought would criticize you,
Who could have thought that it would be one of your best friends?

The one you thought would always stand by you no matter what,
The one you thought would always support you.

You think you know someone,
Until you find out just how much an ass he is.



Everyone said you were an ass,
I guess I should have taken their word for it.

You seemed like a decent guy.
We talked about politics,
Shared our hatred with the world,
Never thought that you would turn on me.

You had your fun.
Called me names,
Played a childish hoax,
And lost the trust of many.
Was it truly worth it?

You said you were sorry,
But how many people actually mean it.

But the most amazing thing is,
That after this whole incident,
You had the guts to ask,
Why are people so mean?



I’ve know you since the 4th grade right,
Since then,
For every single lie,
Every miniscule lie that you have made,
I’ve forgiven you for it.
And you still say I that I don’t forgive people.

It’s easy to pinpoint only the negatives of every person,
And some times,
I, myself, have done it.
Even in you,
There is good.
Not a lot,
But still it’s there.

There are only so many times one is willing to forgive another,
And sometimes,
People just stop trying.

When you shun away all those who try to help you,
Who’s going to be left?

You say sorry,
Fine.
But when you say sorry for calling me a bitch,
And then 10 seconds later,
You call me a bitch again,
It shows that you really do not mean the apology that you just said.

It’s not enough to say sorry,
You have to mean it.



Everyone has his or her dreams,
Their unrealistic fantasies.

They see themselves marrying movie stars,
Being rich,
And having the perfect life.

But the reality is,
That there is a reality.
And by the time most people realize that,
Their hearts will be broken,
To beyond repair.

See your dreams,
And reach for them.
But never forget,
That reality is where you exist.



You say you’re my friend,

But you demand my silence.
You forbid me to say my thoughts,
You forbid me to keep them in.

You deny my right to grow,
You deny my right to stay.

No friends would do this,
And you are certainly not mine.



Not everyone can hate you,
But not everyone can like you either.

You may be good,
But there’s always someone that’s better.

Then again this all depends on opinion.
Some people perceive one thing to be good,
And others perceive something else to be better.
It all depends on what you like and dislike.

But don’t go blabbing shit about me to others,
Saying how I suck and crap,
When all this is,
Is your opinion.

You don’t like what I do fine,
Tell me.
But if I have to find out though a friend,
That you hate me.

And all this time I was so blind.
I thought you were my friend…