I've gotten more hits after posting a random complaint about system maintenance in one forum today than three weeks of faving and making long comments on people's work.
It's kind of sad, really, and I'm quite disappointed that I got so much bad attention from postng one little thing in a forum, and nO attention at all for actively appreciating art for what it is. I've also discovered that some Deviants can be very cruel... and rude. So many people get offended for the silliest things.

Mish fadhi to write more. Harder work seems to get less results these days anyway....

I HATE THIS COUNTRY!!!!!

Oh, I'm deeply sorry for my extinguished patriotism. I meant

I HATE THIS HELLHOLE!!!!

Well, yes, this is a rant. But a rant of purpose! *patriotic music plays victoriously*

-I've almost been run over by idiot locals nine times with them beeping and laughing, thinking it's funny.
This is partly becasue they don't have speed limit signs, and because they are local. They can do whatever shit they want.

-If you're alone, and a girl, you might as well just bring pepper spray, because, yes, you're most likely going to be raped.

- Perverts walk along the streets grabbing women's asses and toushing them as they pass by on the street, and still, girls and boys aren't allowed to kiss in public. It's horrible being female here. They continuously tell you to cover up (from head to toe). Gender equality... fuck that.

-If you're Asian or Pakistani or Indian, you are treated like crap; like maidservants who will pick up other's shit that they drop on the ground.

-If you're Russian, you're treated like a whore.

-Instead of imrpoving the educational system and their crappy medical care with all that money they make from oil, they spend money on malls and making pretty buildings that emit high concentrations of smoke and pollution.
...oh shit, eleven families just died of food poisoning... let's build a mall!

-Every day, there is an article (or two... or three or four or five) in the news about a kid being run over by a rich idiot in a BMW. I saw one of these incidents happen. It was so horrible! She was only in the first grade, and she was crossing the street to get her freaking lunchbox when a fucking moron sped over her. She was also in my schoolbus.

-There are no eggs!!!!!

-I've been here nine years and have yet to see more than four restaurants that do not serve fast food or pastries or Shawarma. This country has one of the highest statistics of diabetics, prostitution, and all-round waste products on the globe.

I can think of one good thing to say about this place.

They have cheap gum and they don't charge taxes for store-bought goods.

Hm...

Goodnight.

How it seems I've been running a little low on many things recently including trust, time and pocket money... Where does it all go-- the pocket money, and the time? Does the time just fall out of a hole in my pocket and does the money just whizz past my ear with my mind unaware? Well as they say... time is money well spent-- or something that sounds like that..

Another thing low on supply is friendship. Guy friends reveal that they like you and girl friends reveal that they hate you. Will it always be like this? Will friendship always be this surface mask of everyone's true intentions toward each other? Or will it finally go away after some merciful hurricane of maturity comes to the rescue? Teenagers are so dumb. We don't know what we want even though we tell people to fuck off when they suggest they know what we want. I hate missing the past and having to wait for the future. This endless nostalgia for the simplicity of childhood versus the quest to find our identity in adulthood is getting quite bothersome now. I just wish to be in one place instead of being torn into pieces by indecision. Adolescence is such a whore.

It is now around one fifteen. I've been working on the railroad twelve hours nonstop on an english assignment, and math homework that won't even be checked anyways. Where has all the time gone?!?! People don't even have time to take a piss without scheduling it in their datebook now and most of us are lucky enough to have seven hours of sleep. I am guessing that it happens to other people because a girl in my bus home from school once told me she pulled an all-nighter writing an english paper until five in the morning.
She was in the seventh grade.

Even now I'm wasting time by writing this rant about time itself, and lamenting about kids these days... at the age of sixteen. Oh, it's too late at night for mass irony...
Nighty noot.

I laugh about it now, but during that time I was hoping to find a giant cardboard box to hide in.
<This side up>
It's so funny how the word 'school' causes much more fear within my limited collection of emotions than the word 'death' or the image of it.

I saw a whole article on the front page of bleeding men being hauled away into dirty trucks on stretchers, and a town mutilated and destroyed thanks to a mister Hurricane Dean. All I could mutter was an 'Oh! That's just horrible!" to myself as I sat in my comfy livingroom sipping some ginseng tea.

Then I saw an ad for Back-To-School items on sale. The mere mention of the word made me want to cry as I put down my tea and looked at it like it was all the tea's fault.
<Bad tea! Bad!>

There is something so wrong with that picture. I can't help but think God purposely made us a selfish being for the sake of survival. Pain will always outnumber happiness a thousand to one. If we all felt what eveyone else felt we wouldn't survive the first century. I wonder if our self-centeredness (be that a word or not, I don't care) was created on purpose, or was it actually a factor of evolution and adaptation to grief... or maybe we were meant to be this cold from the very beginning...

Maybe this selfishness that has kept as all alive as a whole will eventually kill us all, (I dunno). But isn't it sad that when a child whines about wanting Pepparoni pizza instead of macaroni and cheese for lunch, another child finds a dried macaroni noodle on the ground and calls that her dinner?

I find it incredibly sad.
But would I go as far to say it has to be this way?

Some eyes are not as easily read as others, and some may never be completely read at all; yet just tossed into another pile of dusty old faces.

Some eyes in this world aren't supposed to match, and may eventually lead to a blue almond shape to an Asian-tilted black hole. And it would be fine.

Sometimes, though, the ugliest colors are usually those with the best vision, and even though the violet and green in the eyes of my mind can create gold at the end of the rainbow, I can honestly say I am legally blind.

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Twenty countries and counting.
And they are all so similar; even their differences are the same.
Trust me, those who tend to leave your home to seek happiness will be very much disappointed, because you can't escape what you've really been running from, which are your own lives, your own very selves.
And yet people still seek higher success, naming it a "higher calling", though all they are going to get is the bitter realization that it's not very high at all.