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Good afternoon to all the board viewers/board members. I hope you all are having a good day today. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything on this site, but I have been browsing around. Haven't forgotten about you all 
Perhaps my posts are rather repetitive, as I sometimes talk about the same things within different posts. My apologies for that. I've read a very interesting story this morning, which I will share with you all.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2961037/1/My_Fatal_Reality
The story is called My Fatal Reality. It's definitely one of my favorite stories of all time that I've read. There are 22 chapters in the story. If any of you want read it, tell me what you think. I haven't written it; I'm just sharing it with you all.
Life throws us a lot of questions that we can't really answer huh. Within our adolescence, we try to figure out who we are; 'what' we are (sexuality speaking.) Sometimes it comes easy and natural to be around others and start conversations with others. Sometimes it's not. Yet we still manage to make friends. I think that is a good thing. Having friends is much better then being alone. Naturally, someone who has had a traumatic experience in their lives, is going to have a tough time getting to know others. Coming out of our own individual shells, takes time. It can take a short, or long time, depending on the person.
I'm still trying to figure out who I 'am.' We're all more then just names. There is a lot more to a person then a name which may be recognizable by some. Everyone as their own likes and dislikes. Everyone's different.
I think I've figured out this much about myself:
My name's Josh. I'm 19, turning 20 in July. I love making friends, and become easily attached to people at random. I 'fall in love' with people due to the fact that I don't want to let them go, so I tell them I love them, when, in fact I may not be. I think everyone should be treated and accepted equally. I don't like people fighting. I prefer classical music at times. I like reading stories and writing poems. I have my own addictions with porn and such that I am still to this day trying to quit. Some may say it's better then smoking; it's not. I have a lot of friends here, and in my life off the net. I'm grateful that I've met all of you.
And here's another truth. Some people are going to like you in your life,and some people are not. Even if someone doesn't like you, I think you should still try to be friends with that person. People shouldn't be hating eachother. I get depressed quite easily, and love listening to both sad, and happy songs in moderation. I do have a hard time starting conversations with people at the mall or wherever. If I do go out with someone, I want to be treated fairly and with respect. If it turns out that one day I'm in a relationship, I will put my partner (whether it's a guy or girl)'s wishes above my own, though I would still ask to be respected.
Someone can dwell on the sad things in life and be depressed, that's fine. We don't always have to be happy, though it helps if we are (this coming from a person who apologized to his mom so many times to the point that she's angry if I write depressing letters about apologizing.) Sure, there are sad things in life, but there are also good things in life, and reasons to stay alive. I think that if someone tries to hurt themselves, or commit suicide, that is stupid and selfish. I can't really 'talk' about much more cause my head's a little blank. Anyway, that's 'me' for you all.
I am who I am, and I will decide what I want in life. And you all, are you all. Timmy is Timmy. Jordan is Jordan, Marc is Marc, and so fourth.
I really do love you all very much. You all are special to me.
*hugs*
Have a good day guys. I hope this cheers you up a little, and if not, then I'll post a happy poem up here sometime today
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Hi, the Josh you wrote about is the Josh I know and have become good friends with. I believe that the feelings you wrote about are the same feelings many of us have. If every one felt the same way about respect and love, the world would be a much nicer place.
~aqua~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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