About my blog

I am referring to the poems in the header and the layout. And basically just this blog in general. Just so you know I am telling you this cause a friend told me my poems were emo. They are not really meant to. Emo's are the ones they cut them selfs right? And talk about death and are depressed all the time. And my poems don't talk about any of that.


I am who I am
your approval isn't needed

This poem is about what the title says. I am who I am, I've always been the type to stand out from the crowd. Never do any thing just cause every one else is doing it. Dress in a certain way cause every one else is doing it. Or talk in a certain manor cause every one else is. Let me ask you this its the same old shit your mothers would ask you. If every one jumped off a bride and killed them selfs. Would you? My answer is no. Wait let me re-phrase that. My answer would be HELL FUCKING NO!

Respect

Again, this poem is about what the title says. If you respect me I will respect you. But if you disrespect me then you will get nothing but disrespect back. Now I am normally a nice person. But you fucking look where all that nicey nice shit got me. I became a fucking push over. Which is why most of my friends did what they did. They disrespected me, so I did the same back. I cursed them out I went off on them. But its not important to get into all that right now. I will on a later date.

Rantings of a Disturbed 0ne

This is the name of the site. The poem is basically aimed towards my family and some but not all of my friends. Hell even the ones that think they know me probably don't know me that well. There is only one person that actually kind of knows me. He knows what I'm gonna say before I even say it. So this poem kind of really isn't aimed towards him. Its just basically saying to my family and friends you don't know me. They think they do but they don't.

My family thinks they know me. But they have never really taken the time to sit down and talk to me about what I like and what I want. They only things my parents know about me. Well my mother more then my dad. She knows I love Orlando Bloom. Heck my whole family pretty much knows that. My mom knows I love Disturbed and she hates it. And my parents and sister know I like pink. And I am sure they know I like Tomb Raider. And my mom and sister definitely knows I love Nora Roberts. But thats about it. But thats nothing that big.

They know nothing else about me really. Hell my mother can't even fucking remember what I want to do when I grow up. So, the poem is based in that. They don't know me, they wont ever know any thing and every thing about me. Cause they never want to take the time to get to know me. "You wont understand The daily shit I got" Ok that last little bit is fucking lame as hell. But it works. This means that most of my family and friends won't understand the shit I go though. I can't talk to my mother cause most of my issues are with her. And she won't understand. All of my friends EXCEPT one seems to make me feel guilty that I think what I think and say what I say.

I can't talk to my family about the shit I have gone though with every one of my internet friends over the last year. Cause they wont understand. Plus they don't know that I talk to people on the internet. So ya.

The layout is black, cause I like black. The image in the banner and the background. Is of David Draiman, lead singer for Disturbed. My favorite band, and yes I have a crush on him. He's cute and I will fucking hit any one that says hes creepy. I bout slapped my mother a few times when she said it. The text on that is from I am sure the song Darkness. Which is one of theirs. And the name: Rantings of a Disturbed 0ne. Referrers to, this blog is where i can rant hence Rantings. Again my favorite band is Disturbed hence Disturbed 0ne.

So when you think about it. Nothing about my blog sounds emo. Its where I can rant about my crappy ass life. So it all fits together some how. My life is crap atm, mostly cause of my mother and SOME of my friends. I only got a few friends left that still talk to me. That still want to talk to me and don't think I am annoying. The poems: read above. They are talking from the heart. Go back up and read them again. The image is of David Draiman. Nothing emo there.