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Today I met my match, and it was technology. Nobody else in the house was awake, but I heard loud music coming from my cousin's bedroom, which was open. I walk inside, and there's a smartphone blaring some insulting idiotic nonsense. Thing was, I couldn't figure out how to stop it. I turned the volume down to no effect, I stopped the music player, and still it screamed obscenely at me with that ear-assailing caterwaul of a song. The title said "the Jerk" and I was too inclined to agree, as I stood there like a jackass trying to find a switch to shut the damned thing off. I flailed it about like a primate and threw feces at it, but that didn'

~Feeling sorry for myself again. Why do I even get out of bed? Every day wearing the same masks, With thoughts of self-pity circling in my head. My heart's dead and still won't cease its incessant beating. For a fleeting moment each day, it throbs with genuine meaning. Seeming almost to justify its constant sleeping. It's weeping nightly, Keeping its brightly colored rays from showing. Always crowing, The silver strings of patience bowing. Going nowhere; always crying. Not alive but never dying. Never getting quite enough, but no one seems to call my bluff. Love is such a misused word, but lonelier still if never heard. The thi

40% of people won't read this because they're too lazy. It is my estimation that 40% of people who find this humble journal entry won't read it because it's too lengthy. Another 30% won't read this because they think it has nothing to do with them. roughly 10% will read this entry and do nothing. another 10% will donate to a local cause group or fund-raiser to help. 5% will want to reference this journal to benefit themselves. the last 5% of people who read this journal will send it to friends and family. They'll reference it in web forums, or chat groups. They may even refer to it in their speeches, or remember how it effected them as they