OPENING PANDORA'S BOX

 

SCHOOL REUNION                 At school I was bullied and was one of the most unpopular students at school – during both primary and high school. I didn’t feel I was attending school to gain an education, I felt like I was going to school to get emotionally abused. It wasn’t one person who was bullying me, it wasn’t a group of students who were bullying me; there were a lot of people who bullied me at school and it would have been impossible for me to be able to tell you who they were and their names (even at the time I wouldn’t have known all their names). It just seemed like I was the kid that people bullied and even students who I didn’t even know bullied me. Those kids had no justified reason to bully me – I had never done anything wrong to them or anyone else. They bullied me and they got away with it and there was nothing I could do about it. It just seemed like when one person did it and got away with it everyone else thought they could do it as well and get away with it – an

  CENTRAL STATION I dislike Central Station in Sydney. It’s always dark and gloomy and there's a grey cloud above it. I just feel completely lost and confused. I prefer Town Hall. Matthew used to work at Central Station at the bar that used to be there, Hungry Jacks replaced it. Once I went to Central to meet Matthew after work so we could just hang out in Sydney and have a few drinks; but as we were sitting at Central this feral guy smashed the glass of this food bistro and we were witnesses to what happened so we had to go to the police station and answer all these questions. They took our names and phone numbers but the police never got back to me so I didn’t have to go to court. That kind of ruined our plans for the night. I can’t stand feral trouble makers but they seem so prominent in my life regardless of what I do. I also don’t like the public toilets at Central train station but I dislike a lot of public toilets. I’ve seen a lot better though. The toilets at Central

  CALLING ME A BITCH [2012] I’m okay with abject honesty but if someone is going to call me a ‘bitch’ I would rather them give a truthful reason why I’m a bitch and if it’s justified then I’ll be cool with that. It’s just that they call me a ‘bitch’ with no justified reason. They call me that because they were revolting towards me and called me a bitch for refusing to be disrespected. These toxic individuals are users, manipulative, liars and have treated me unreasonably. Just because I didn’t go along with their games and manipulation, it certainly doesn’t make me a bitch. I just won’t tolerate their trashy BS when it is thrown my way. If these individuals are going out of their way to lie about me to others they are only lying about themselves. I’m going to continue being honest and standing up for myself. I am so over being surrounded by trashy troublemakers, I am unable to relate to them. I don’t understand why they think they can disrespect me and assume that I’m going to go

 ACCEPTANCE  My Dream Blog  I had a dream last night that I was young in my 20s and there was a group of three guys and one girl (the same as myself). The guy with the dark hair liked me and even though we both liked each other, we were both shy. The girl, she was a friend and she was the glue that brought us all together. She had a male friend who was gay, and when we were out she introduced him to another guy who was also a guy, and the two young men were instantly attracted to one another.       The five of us became instant friends and we enjoyed each other's company. We all accepted each other and no one nitpicked the other and we all accepted the way each other looked.      We went shopping in this large shopping center and looked around and just enjoyed spending time with each other. We were all genuinely happy and content. The dream was very dream-like, even though it was daytime it was darkish just like it is just before a storm.  Afterward, when it was time to say goodbye

  BOB MARLEY My Music Blog When I became homeless I stayed at Katie’s family home for a few weeks. One night we were chilling out and listening to my music and Bob Marley came on and we were both curious about how Bob Marley died. Katie thought he may have died from a drug overdose because a lot of rock music artists died from drugs back in the day. Katie went onto Google to find out how he died. She said that he died because he got skin cancer under one of his toenails. It’s scary to think that someone could get skin cancer under their toenail. It is also sad that Bob Marley could have lived if he had surgery to have his toe removed but due to his religious beliefs, he refused the surgery. The cancer spread to the rest of his body which killed him in 1981. He was only 36-years-old. It just goes to show how much control religion has over people.