to put green day's music at full volume and beeing friend of anna(kerplunkadeline) & charikleia(give me novacaine-jos)

i have some purpose in this world, it's known.

my mom lost a child a year before me because she had thyroid disease.
the baby was born, but died almost immediately.
his name was Aaron.
there is a simple way to fix her thyroid, but the doctor made a stupid mistake.
he didn't routinely check her thyroid like he was supposed to.

so then, still my mom's thyroid is completely damaged.
she has no idea when she's pregnant with me.
the doctors thought i was going to be born with downsyndrom, but that wasn't true obviously.
and then they were amazed that i survived, because then her new doctor saw her damaged thyroid.
i was born yellow, i don't know how to spell jondis. something like that.
with a few minor problems, but i'm completely healthy now.

i was almost stabbed by a burglar when i was six, hit by cars, and other minor ways of killing me.
i somehow manage to breeze through without a scratch on me.
obviously, i have a major purpose in this world.

You definately do! How did you get off all of those?

luck.

this is unbelievably true.
when i came home from the pool one night,
i noticed a shadow move into my sister's room.
my mom naturally as a six year old lathered me up with about three pounds of sunscreen.
so then i said "Marie, i know you're trying to scare me. you do this all the time."
the guy jumped up, grabbed one of my sister's halloween masks under her bed so i couldn't see his face.
he grabbed my arm, ready to stab me with a swiss army knife.
because of the sunscreen i slipped through, ran downstairs.
he didn't bother to follow me, because there were three adults downstairs.
i told my dad, but i had a bad habit when i was little of making up stories.
so he naturally thought i was making up a crack pot story.
so then, i made sure i was with a parent all day.
then when we went to bed, my parents heard the door open and close.
they saw the guy run out of our house.
we called the police, but it was too late.
he got away.

and then with almost getting hit by a car.
i've dodged them, out of pure luck.
one time i went to get a kickball under a car, with my head by the tire.
a lady was in the car, went to backup which would've crushed my skull.
my friends screamed at the top of their lungs, saving my life.

I feel like a cog in a machine sometimes, and I'm not contributing to the world.

(To Billy.) Holy shit, you're mad lucky. To outlive those things. I feel sorry for your mum, also.
My mum lost her baby during pregnancy and gave birth to me 2 years later.

I have no idea what my purpose in life is... at all.

a spec of dirt at a random point in the vast universe. but my friends call me Ju (in this world).

yeah, i know.
there are other things i've outlived, i just don't want to open up to them.
i know i have a major importance in this world, there is some reason i live through terrible things.

it's kinda like Harry Potter, where my dead brother is the unicorn.
it's a half-life. not complete or normal. it's unnatural, but still a life.
my mom wanted a baby so bad, i have an older sister who is 9 years older than me,
but she wanted a baby so bad.

when she found out she pregnant with Aaron she was so happy.
when he died, she was so sad.
without him dying i wouldn't be here, so i don't exactly like that fact.

Through all that personal tragedy, there's something epic out there. I know what I'm on about, I mean, something good comes out of the bad times, no matter what.

i wish I could sound better at that, but i think i'm slowly losing my mental state or choice of words. It seems like everyone is sounding more smarter than me by the day.

Billy that's horrible my mom had 6 miscarriages intermittently between my siblings.

yeah, i won't lie.
it sucks.

it doesn't make my parents treat me any differently.
they love all three(four if you count Aaron) of us the same.

my brother's a lucky person too.
there is a contraceptive my mom had put in her.
it's a little thing put in your vajayjay, and there is a 95% effectiveness rate.
and my mom got pregnant with it and had my brother at age 40.

my sister and brother were total accidents.

that's cool. it's funny (not haha) how people that don't want to get preggers do, and the people that want it most hav to try so hard for it.
the world is a messed up place and you can't put a value on life (high or low)

The more I get older the more I have a morbid outlook on the the world. I really thought that I could change the world, but I was a messed up stupid young girl. I wish that I can regain my faith in life one day and be more optimistic until then well ...

To kick ass and chew bubble gum! And I'm all out of gum...

to help people and make great friends!

I'm here to live, be myself, make someone happy and die.

nothing and probably wont be nothing but a worker.

the rest of that stuff is pretty lucky, and i've escaped some of that.
but honestly, soon as i read that all i could think was "holy fuck could your head be even more up your own ass."
god.


and yeah.
i believe im on this world, so i can be born (obviously), do my stuff, and die.
basically.

my mum and dad made a mistake.
so I am here, in world.
I dont want to have a purpose.
Thats my purpose.
very simple

i'm here to help someone.
i don't know how. when. or why.
but yes.

i'm here to help someone.
i don't know how. when. or why.
but yes.

Because my parents fucked.

(I'm sure I'm not original in saying that but I can't be bothered to read through the last 6 pages)

But yeah, I don't know what I'm going to contribute to anything. I don't really believe in fate or anything, my answer remains "we'll see".

Who knows but my only desire is to make a positive difference in this world. I suppose that's why we're all here, to make the best of what we have and extend a helping hand.

I don't think we really have a purpose. We're just... here.

I don't think I have a purpose. Or anyone does.

I'm here. I'll faf around a bit, with the things I think and do being important to me but actually not a spec on the world. Then i'll die. And that'll be it. Soon enough everyone will forget I ever existed.


While I'm here I want to just lead the happiest life I can, and I should hope that'll involve improving other peoples lives in the process.

I'd like to think that we do all have a purpose here, but I don't necessarily believe that each person has their own individual purpose.

I believe that 6,237 different people can all be here for the same reason, but they may each be in a different place, be associated with different people, live in different time periods, etc.

I have no obvious purpose.

Ditto.

do you know the odds of that?
at first i thought it was just some odd coincidence.
impossible is the only word that comes to mind.

i don't have my head up my ass.
i'm not proud of any of that.
i should've died, i shouldn't be here.
obviously, something is keeping me here.

Honestly to help others. i put other people before myself sometimes!

im here to make noise and piss people off.


seriously though, i don't really believe in living for a purpose, i just think that we are here, and we should make the most of it all.
do what you want to do, because it might be too late.
my uncle is a doctor, and he told me that lot's of people when they are in bed, dying, what they usually say is not that they are afraid to die nor anything, what they say is:" oh, i should've done that, i shouldn't have fought for stupid things. i could've had that..." and so forth. they just realize that life is all about having fun, because one day it will end.
I hope that when im in bed, dying, i can say:" oh yes, i loved the life i had. i've done what i wanted to do."
so thats why i want to be a professional musician. i just want to follow what i believe and even if i get fucked up, at least, i've tried.

^^i always do that... personally i believe that i'll never stop hepling. it's a great feeling!

-shrugs- i go to school with a lot of stuck up twats, which is saying something seeing as this is a scummy "commoner" (as it's called) town really, and you sound exactly like them.
so yeah.

I don't know....I'm just here I guess.I'll probably discover a purpose later on in life.

I dont know actually. I never thought about it. Maybe to help those less fortunate. Which i do quite a bit. Or to pass on the holy scriptures of Green Day to other people


Edit: scrap that last part that was just stupid. I meant to get friends to listen to green day. You get it.

i continually question that.
so bascially im here to make sure someone wastes their life away on myspace
WOW

I still firmly believe in existentialism.

Apparently I'm here to annoy hardtoconcentrate.

I'm in this world to be a Green Day fan...

Because my father fucked my mother about 17 years and 11 months ago.

Seriously though, just to try and be myself, inspire people and enjoy my life. Those are more or less my goals.

I don't belive in fate or having a reason to be here but I'd like to think that I'm here to be as good a critic of everything as possible. So far everything is 3/5. Good. Not great.

I think I may be here to help the less fortunate and to care about people and really listen to thier problems and thier needs.

i supposed that i knew the reason why iam here...but today i realize..i have never and ever known it..how iam stupidiotta

To help others and to bring more love into this world.
And to get people whom I know to fucking think.

I'm here to spread negativity and despondency among happy optimistic people. At least that what my mother says .

Spreading despondency turns me on a lot.

have you ever read The Stranger by Albert Camus?

No but I suppose I'll google it now that you have me interested.

haha
It's an amazing book about the absurdity of life and pretty much an existential novel
...in case you didn't already google it.

Sounds interesting. Maybe I'll check it out once I have less school work to deal with.

You should!
It's not very long; You can read the whole thing in a couple hours...