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[aid] => mick
[title] => ''ruperts journal #1''
[time] => 2005-02-18 21:29:35
[hometext] => this is something i found in my brother, ruperts journal. PLEASE COMMENT. also, i am putting his second entry if you guys like this one any.. later -_-
[bodytext] => December 1, 2004 Things like this, they don’t just happen. They’re planned. Ruining your life forever. And when these things happen, and you’re not ready, you suffer. And I’m one of those people not ready for these life-changing events. Nobody would be. That is why I am starting a journal today, 12/1/04. This is where I will store all my emotions, and share them no longer. For one day, they will be used against me, for I am betrayed by the best-known people in the world. And I’d have known this would happen. I shall be always in debt to the ones that stand loyal to me. And I always will. Others, that don’t tell me the most important things in their life, I find out, they act as if they were the greatest people alive for keeping that thing from me for such a long period of time. But they don’t know me at all. If something is out of line, I will notice. And I will find out. And when I do, I shun them from my loyalties and where they lie. For they do not deserve trust, and desire that I share with my true companions. Mrs. Jo Grint deceased at age 29 and missed by all. Mother, and friend, will always be loved and her prosperity will be sent through me and the ages, time and all that endure her. All loved, and created as family. All through who are included in that very small circle of those she touched in each special way feel the same. And through the power she showed us we thought we never had, will we endure or hopes and dreams in this crazy world that needs something like her greatness. We will spread this greatness through this Promised Land and help people feel the same way she made us feel. For we will make the world a greater place. A place we will make where no one is mistreated in anyway that they do not truly deserve. And these people will suffer unto death where they will pay for these crimes in hell. No one will laugh, no one will cry, all will move on so that these things do not engulf them in itself and all of it’s darkness. All will live promised lives, and there will be no reason for ending your life unreasonably. All will miss her, especially these few people that needed her comfort most. Relaxation is overrated. It is a figment of mind, and this great genius will be recognized in our awaiting future. It is just when people feel best about themselves, and the only way this figment can be brought apon these mortal adolescent minds is when they are surrounded by their most enduring and intriguing people. One of these people that bring this Juvenal nonsense unto my un-expectant mind is gone. Lost from me forever, and I will miss her so. For I speak of my dear ageing mother again. The other persons that applies this “relaxation” brought upon my mind, has waited 5 years of her life to tell me she had cancer; 2/3 of her immediate family deceased, and that she is been in the most engaging thing that can happen in your life. Marriage. This last special person in my life did that to me, and I love her still and forever. Emma Watson. The most beautiful woman in the world inside and out. This hurt me so, and she does not understand. For I love her, and cannot have her; and at fifteen years of age, she is getting married to yet, another fifteen year old persons. I told her how I feel, the honest truth, and she couldn’t handle that extreme intensity that was brought up unto my mind. I didn’t expect her to though. We are only human and can comprehend so many things at one point in time. I am just disappointed that the last person I cannot love cannot comprehend my thoughts that have been devouring me from the inside out. I am retiring now, for my body needs rest. Until tomorrow …… Rupert .M. Grint [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 71 [informant] => english-pea-pelter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => secrets )
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