imma's blog

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You might've read that blog from some person (g.mccoy), it was called "why??" or something, and then people were saying things not in a mean way just sort of disagreeing and this said person started firing the abuse. Not only was it abuse it was actually quite amusing because most of it didn't make sense and was written in such a way that paints this person as a twelve-year-old (no offense to other 12-year-olds) who has just started high-school and thinks they are tough shit. Not only do they feel the need to attempt to belittle people in the replies to comments, I also got a message thing too. I mean fair enough what I said wasn't the nicest thing in the world but I didn't swear or anything, I basically just said they type like a retard and say "like" too much. Not really that nice but I feel it should not have brought on a response like this:

"but bitch im not a fucking retard u fucking ugly whore u better watch urself if u dont agree

Sooo one of my friend's names is Tom. Which is short for Thomas. And he is bulking up, or, in other words, becoming tank. So that clearly gives me the right to call him Thomas the Tank Engine right? WRONG!! When I mentioned how awesome it was that I could call him Thomas the Tank Engine now, he threatened to kill me. I believe his exact words were "Call me Thomas the Tank Engine and I'll snap yo bloomin neck fool." Then he added quite politely "But you can call me tank anytime :D" No way I'm gonna call him tank without the workds "Thomas" "the" and "engine" being around it. He's the one missing out here.

I have like found a new hero. Up to now it was Gerard. He still kinda is, but Damien is just like... I dunno. He's still in jail, seventeen years later, on death row, awaiting either his execution date or the day he is free. Charged with a murder he did not commit. I don't care what anyone says, to me his innocence seems obvious and he is my hero. I only wish he could be able to read this.

Damien Echols, I'd fight for your freedom.

I feel sad when no-one comments on my blogs lol. Even though most of the time what I write isn't worthy of a comment anyway...

Skies stained blood-red,
fires burning,
mountains crumbling,
where is the justice now?
Pure of heart, mind and soul,
broken,
afraid,
misunderstood.
False words, all around,
choking, suffocating,
maiming all pure and true.
Never-healing scars,
forever to remain.
Where is the justice
in torturing these souls?
Where is the justice
in keeping them captive?
Justice is a fantasy,
a forgotten star,
a broken dream.
Minds filled with prejudice
against all not understood.
The smoke from the fire,
blackening hearts, polluting minds.
Clouded judgement got them in there.
The walls close in, no way out.
Dreaming, hoping for freedom.
Extinguish the fire,
clear all the smoke,
unclouded judgement
will get them out.

Three teenage boys, convicted and charged with the murder of three young boys. A murder which occured in 1993. A murder which they did not commit. They are still in jail to this day. Damien Echols, still awaiting the date of his execution, death by lethal injection.

Damien Echols. Jason Baldwin. Jessie Misskelley Jr.
Three teenage boys. Wore a lot of black. Listened to heavy metal bands. They were typical "emo-before-anyone-knew-what-emo-was." Teenage misfits. The media, the state, the police, they all needed to blame someone.

The picture is of Nirvana with his hair before, but that was after he cut the back bit lol and he's wearing my school hat and I go to an all girls school so he kinda looks like a girl haha. So yeah, I saw a few of my friends after school today. Nirvana cut his hair :( I'm so upset lol I miss it. I didn't even recognise him til I was all talking to Christian and Axel and they're like, 'why aren't you talking to Nirvana?' and I was like 'WHAT!?! THAT'S NIRVANA?!?!' Anyway, I loved his hair before it used be all long and nice and yeah it was awesome and I used to like stand there stroking it lol. Yeah, they went to hungry jacks and Axel and Christian bought some stuff and we were just like standing there and some other guy had ordered an ice-cream but the guy at the desk thought it was ours so he gave it to Nirvana and we walked out and Christian was like "When did you buy that?" to Nirvana and he's just eating it and he goes "I didn't." and kept eating it. It was pretty funny.

So yeah, I start school for the year tomorrow, after like two months break. It's my last year of school, and I really really really fucking don't wanna go back there. I'm like crying just thinking about it. I don't get bullied as such like how other people do. Like people don't hit me or abuse me but at my school people are mean like behind your back, and I think I'd rather just get beaten up to be honest. I don't fit in, not only cause I'm a loser, but like I literally am not like them in the way I was brought up and my social background. Been there two years now, I'm still the scholarship kid, and everyone knows that and they also know that my family are not wealthy and I get shit for it. "Where'd you go this holidays?" "No-where." "Oh, that's right I forget that you can't really afford to go away that often." It's like shut the fuck up I'm happy with it how it is so why do you have to try make me feel like shit about it. I have friends, if you could even call them that.

He has a sweet voice and beautiful lyrics... Yet some people don't like him lol.