This fucking generation. My fucking generation.

People are so quick to judge and put things in the 'wrong' basket. On impluse they'll reject everything until it's proven to be safe and then crawl out from their caves and accept it. Of course I'm talking about the 'Kony' situation.

I understand what the guy is trying to do and believe it or not, he's fucking succeeded whether it was in the way he intended or not. Perhaps it was his plan all along. As soon as the video came out everyone started attacking it, right down to grammar and superflous incorrect pieces of information.

It's almost as it some people are so fucking scared of being 'wrong' or 'left wing' that they would prefer to be harsh judges than active, thoughtful, individual citizens. God forbid you are ridiculed on the internet or thought of as 'weird' because you support a cause that others see unfit. Fuck them.

The guy that has organised Kony 2012 was intending to get the crimes of Kony recognised, get his name in the news and make it a global matter that Kony is stopped. You know what the stuck-up-starbuck-drinking-apple-iPad users are saying? That the information is incorrect, the Children Soldiers aren't attacking Uganda and haven't been for 5 years,  they've moved to other countries and the attacks have decreased in ubiquity and severity. That, in my way of thinking, is a fucking stupid thing to point out. The point of the movement wasn't to 'educate everyone in the world on the location of Uganda as well as get MORE armed forces into the country' the purpose was to 'get Kony famous and make the U.S GOVERNMENT realise that it is an important, relevant issue of which the funding should not be cut or decreased. He is not asking for a war in Uganda he is pleading to the people to make sure the governments know that Kony must be stopped and that can't happen if the government doesn't realise that millions of people care about it and will be ropeable if Kony is left to continue his horrible crimes.

Another point the anti-Kony 2012 clan made was the the funding that was donated was not entirely spent on the Ugandan people, most of it went to advertising material. Again, I see nothing wrong with this. I don't recall, after watching the video, hearing that the money I pledged would be used solely to help those who have been injured or otherwise affected by attacks from the LRA. The organisation wasn't set up as a charity for 'Victims of the LRA', it was set up to get people to get Kony's name out there. To get people to recognise the types of crimes that are being committed under the dark veil of TV commercialisation. And IT FUCKING WORKED. So if I had organised this whole thing and had people complaining that I had a few facts wrong and blah this and blah that but they now knew Kony's name... I would have succeeded and that's all that matters. Soon the governments will become interested with the hype the internet has created and the massive segregationg that has formed as people argue the integrity of the whole thing.

The bottom line is, if you're still reading, that Kony will be stopped, which ever country he is in, with what ever dwindling army he has left. So fuck the haters. :)

I'm suffocating.

I made a mistake. My anger got the better of me. I need to hurt myself, I need something to show my parents when they question me about what I did. I can show them; 'see, look, I've already been punished. Just go back to you blinding ignorance, it's fine.'

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People have a right to judge.

As long as they have seen everything, done everything, smelt everything, heard everything, though everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.

I know my situation is nothing compared to those who have hard time trying to find food for the family. But about a week ago we were trying to find things that we could sell to Cash Converters just to get fuel in our cars. After dealing with the chest pains that gave me I became more aware of those how are actually facing financial hardship must feel. We see people wearing the cheapest clothes and shoes available and we call them poor or lazy. We judge. But we don't know what it's like to have no money. We don't full comprehend a situation unless we are experiencing it. I think a lot of the Human Race's ability to sympathise has been lost over recent years due to events such as 9/11 and all the bombings that followed, as well as the natural disasters the world is throwing at as at a rate of one per year.

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So someone who uses the computer is AUTOMATICALLY over weight, pimple ridden and addicted to junk food? Fucking generalisations and stereotypes.

So a gamer has no friends, no life, no hope? (Although most gamers I've met are like that) That's not how it works.

So someone who doesn't share the same opinion with you on one topic makes them the complete opposite of you?

I hate the way people feel compelled to put people into category boxes. And what for? So they can retrieve them at a later date, perfectly preserved?

I also hate the way people force their opinion on you when you don't want it. You don't have to read someone's blog, you don't have to read someone's facebook. But when they're on the phone to you or in your face they think you want to hear what they think of everything.

I don't fucking care. If I value your opinion I will seek it. If I don't, I'd much rather you shut up.

Urges.

Sometimes I get really worried that I'm going to do something stupid and won't be able to control myself. Like I have this massive urge to swap my brisbane soundwave ticket for one in melbourne. For no reason at all. And I can't trust myself that I won't do it. It happens with driving, I have to focus really hard to not drive into a barricade on a bridge sometimes because I have the urge to hit it and see if my car will go over the edge.

Strange urges that frighten me and I don't know where they're coming from.

She still floats.

I get upset and scared by some of the things I read on Tumblr. Most of the people I follow post typical Tumblr things but there's a few that I wish would talk to me. I don't know them, their story and they don't know me. But there are people out there that need someone and it fucking makes me sick that their friends and family have deserted them and they've resorted to finding solace in an online community.

Everyone on Tumblr says they're there for each other and I don't understand, if there are billions of users, why the world isn't as giving and thoughtful as Tumblr leads me to believe. Maybe we're so focused on segregating different parts of our lives that the people we communicate with on the Internet are completely separate to those we see everyday. Ultimately the Internet is anonymous and you don't know who you're talking to.

I just get really sad and worried about the youth that is out there, right now thinking about killing themselves. I keep thinking that I could have saved them. Maybe if they talking to me or if I reached out to them I could have saved them. I could have prolonged their life just a little and made it better. I want so bad to affect someones life in a positive way because I believe I've only really effected people negatively. I want someone to know that there is a person out there waiting to hear from them, waiting to know that they're alive and kicking. I want someone to find colour again. Put a smile on some one's face.

I need to be involved with the youth of Australia some how and I think volunteering with lifeline is a start. I want to start a fucking revolution, I want to change my town, my state, my country.

I want this place to be a place where people want to live, not die.

It appears I'm only writing to one person on here. I don't know who you are. Do you have any requests? Would you like to know my opinion on something?

Right now I'm battling some kind of battle between wanting to be healthy and wanting to eat everything until I vomit. And out of no where a voice tells me I shouldn't eat at all.

The fucking weather is shit and I feel like this. Yesterday was sunny and beautiful and I was motivated, excited about my progress. Now, I look outside and all I want to do is cry and sleep and drink tea and alcohol. I need to leave this climate. I need the police force to work out for me. Just this one thing I can't let myself fuck up.

Sorry for disappointing you.