blah, blah fucky blah.
yes, I make dumb choices.
and I can be a jelous, hypocritical bitch.
but, i'm always there for you.
and all i'm asking is that you can trust that i know right from wrong, trust that i'll learn from my mistakes and support me.
If you wan't to be part of this teenage love shit.
Then expect mistakes, and accept me, please.

Drama, after drama.

Sex.
There is no simple or moral, or even complicated way to explain it.
This thought dawned me as of yesterday, I had an epiphonie if you will.

Now, some families, groups, soceitys and individuals may cringe at this word, bombard others with opinions of religous, moral and law based comments.

I experienced and encounter yesterday, a direct example of this and it made me think about rights and the effect those rights or the assumed rights people take on board have on individuals, individuals such as myself.

Obviously throughout the teenage population sex is abused, but this is no different from that of adults. It's pathetic that majority of teenagers are seen as either not ready, too young and immature or are protected from this as some have a lack of intellegence and cannot simply wrap a condom around the male genitalia, although all these factors are fair enough what happens when you have a couple, who have a mature relationship, individuals are intelligent and mature and have been in love for three years.
If this was a adult relationship one will almost instantly assume this couple are intimate.
Let say this couple are 16, the opinion changes.
Lets say this couple is my boyfriend and I.

Now, just to clarify this is not a analysis of weather this couple are or not, that alone is private and personal experience and shouldn't be taken apart and closely evaluated simply because they are sixteen, even though this is the legal age.
This is about the fact that such a personal thing can be abused by people who are supposed to care, i feel offended that a product of love can be so easily judged and put down to just another act of juvenille deliquency and not understood for the amazing, and more importantly PRIVATE thing it is.

16 or 60, in cases of sex being a product of love it should never be put down, ever.
People need to learn to grow up, because there are so many more important things in this world than one of the only things that you can control, one of the things that in the best of situations allowed to souls to come together, in a world so corupt.

I'm not usually that mushy, as for the last sentence, but it had to be said.

Chow x

-I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me.

far away, floating.
bound by the four wall's of my room.
Pressed to the cusion, of my bed like tomb.
Surrounded by white noise, insignificant and dull.
Followed by those numb and dead at the skull.

But, I'm floating away now.
Far away, now.

Imaginet

I decided after countless posts on facebook expressing my disgust and admiration of the world being blantenly ignored due to the dis-interest in the world we live in expressed by teenagers these days, that I would turn to blogging.

In this thought I wondered if it would turn out to be one of those things you sign up for, and then you forget the password and pretend the page is deleted. I fantisied about if my blog's somehow became famous and I was this respected writer, a success story.
" Teenage writer, discoverd on the internet".

It's funny were imagination takes you, around the world and back to the reality that this is just the internet. This lead me to another tempting thought, the internet and imagination there not very differnt.
They both are addictive.
They both cannot always be trusted.
They both can lead us to amazing places, endless possiblitys.
both strange and uncertain places.
Imaginet.

- the endless posiblitys of the world, technologized.

See I've always thought that the world would be destroyed by the internet.
and I'm not sure why, but thats the thing about that.
It's just my imagination.

Chow x