it's always as if they look at you and they say "help me, this cannot be happening to me..."

it's so ridiculously  absurd that people go on about how "advanced the human race is" and how great humans are, yet they haven't the slightest problem testing on animals. everything from cosmetics to AIDS and even "nutritional experiments" on dogs in which they are confined to cages for years without any medical attention if and when needed. What is so great about humans when they seem to do all of this disgusting testing on animals who haven't got the chance to stand up for themselves? Many people say "oh well.. they're just animals" just animals? That is absolutely ludicrous. Animals are vastly intelligent and they, like humans, feel pain. It is illegal for a man to kill another man, but when a monkey has his eyes sewn shut and is isolated and tortured for months until he dies, the world doesn't take a second look. What makes him so different? Is it the tail? His inability to communicate like a person? That is insignificant and is no different from say discriminating based on the colour of one's skin or someone who is mute. What is more sickening is the fact that these labs and the people running the experiments all seem to get some sort of pleasure in abusing these defenseless animals and expect us all to revel in their zeal. absolutely sickening. Many of the testing done adds no extra knowledge or help when it comes to whatever it is they were being tested for. For example, According to the National Institutes of Health, many of the vaccines for HIV/AIDS developed using animals and brought to human trials have failed.

"We don't face firing squads, lifetime prison sentences or the gas chambers for saying what's on our minds and in our hearts. We won't lose our lives if we speak out against animal wrongs wherever we see them, but the animals do lose theirs if we don't, so we must." -Ingrid Newkirk, animal rights activist

thoughts are the shadows of feelings.

it's roughly almost a quarter past three in the morning. wednesday morning. i have school in a few hours. haven't slept in about three days or so. maybe more. maybe less. it's hard to tell anymore. i managed to get through school without completely face-planting into a sleep coma. don't know how, but i have stayed up. it's beyond cold in this room of mine. or maybe it's just me. i try to sleep, but cannot do it. what ends up happening is that i stare at the ceiling for hours, then i'll read something. after that: nothing. i can't say i fancy this all too much. rest sounds good. Jess said she would get me on a regular sleeping schedule. i just sort of chuckled at the idea. if she succeeds, she is a miracle worker because i definitely can't seem to do so. anyway, all this time awake just keeps my mind running in circles. something that's been on my mind for the past few hours is infinity. infinity goes both ways, this must mean we all get a second chance. i hope it does. also, the notion that all elephants are gray, but not all gray things are elephants is something that i find interesting. i just think it's clever. or maybe there's something more profound that i like about it, but cannot seem to focus long enough to figure it out. i had tea a little while ago. not sure why. too early. got a tummy ache. should go for a walk, but it's cold out and my hoodie will not suffice. i miss jess. i feel lost. uncomfortable. maybe it's not her that i miss though. my sister took aiden back with her to california. [he's about a year and half] he was staying with us for almost a year while my sister did her tour overseas in Iraq. i miss him terribly. so maybe that's what i miss the most, is the baby. he's such a goof and now i won't be able to see him for months. it sucks to know that. i will miss dancing with him on almost a daily basis to "Heads Will Roll" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. hysterical. back to jess? perhaps. i need to get my mind off of aiden. i swear some of the things she says hit me like heroin. there's so much about her i adore, and i'm not quite sure why. perhaps it's because they're qualities i lack in my own life, or just don't realize i possess. regardless, i love that kid more than anything else, sometimes anyway. i think i'm much too dependent on her to help me out when i feel terrible. but she's always there, so i don't know. it's like this addiction. but.. in a healthy way? i'm not quite sure how to explain it, but the point is she helps me out so much and i don't believe she realizes it. if she does, then she most certainly doesn't give herself enough credit, by anyone's means.

p.s. she is also easily the most adorable person i've ever met and doesn't even realize it... and that kinda bugs me, but whatevs. we'll let it slide ;)

every line is about who i don't want to write about anymore.

the two are constantly back and forth; at each others throats. my brain and heart, i mean. brain says "no no. stop. she doesn't care. why even bother anymore?!?" but the other is just like "maybe.. what's the worst that could happen? go for it. maybe. just maybe." i hate this. because i don't know which one to agree with. they both have their ups and obvious downs. so i am always at a standstill. i want to believe in us, but that's nonexistent. "us" i mean. it's nonexistent. so... why try? i tend to wake up in the morning with pieces of the past stuck in my throat, and she seems to be the only person to help me get over it. so maybe this is just a comfort zone. idk. who cares. (clearly i do, right?) i wish i didn't. i try to remain as docile as possible. really. i really do. for my own sake. it's not enough though, not at this point anyway. i'm overwhelmed. i do try to talk about things with other people though, but i always end up holding back, not being entirely honest or open. it doesn't feel right. so i stop talking. say it's nothing and sink into myself again. that's even worse when what's on my mind is her. i hate having to vent to her.. about her. it's so stupid. pointless. gets neither one of us anywhere. and i hate that she thinks that i think us being together is supposed to solve all my problems and make them like.. magically disappear. no. that's ludicrous. i know better, at least when it comes to that. i hope. i really do hope, otherwise i am an even sadder person that i initially thought i was. for now, i lie to myself and say that the self destruction, countless failures, believing in nothing and yet still loving her is all for the best.

let's hope this all clears up soon.
i need a break from routine. i need
to stop waiting on her, something
that'll never come.