I feel like I've changed. My recent posts have been all but boring recounts of what happened throughout the day and stuff. So today, I'll bring back the old types of posts, the emotional ones, the ones about life and its great... things. So here we go.

Just recently I found out that, whenever I kill ants or small little teeny weenie creatures. I feel, sad. Like, I've just murdered some dude. I use a tissue not because I'm scared but because, at least it feels comfortable to a certain point. There was even a time when I almost swore not kill any creatures. But then I thought, if I didn't then... The table my arms are resting on would be full of'em. I don't want that... I spare your lives tiny insects but don't occupy my table!

I believe every life is precious. There is a meaning to someone something for its sole existence. A single ant, or fly, or bug can remind me of someone somewhere. Someone that means something to me. Sometimes this ridiculous thought comes to mind, when these things appear, I wonder if that means you're thinking of me too.

I also think that all life are equal. Well not really, but still. But if all life are equal, why don't we get sentenced to jail when we cruely burn down a cockroach on candle day, when we step on flies with our Converse shoes. For the record, i don't have converse shoes but you get my point. Are humans so almighty that we can kill other humans and go to jail and kill animals and not go to jail?

But then we think again, if we don't bloody kill these creatures on a daily basis they'd flood our worlds. Just like how we flood theirs. Lol.

But enough about other creatures, lets talk about humans for once. Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered.. "Man, I look good." Well that's not the point let me finish. Then you take notice of ears and think... "What the feck are they doing there? They're ruining my face!" I don't know about you but.. My ears are.. pointing outwards as they grow. Some ears are just flat. You don't usually notice them till you look at their sides. I'm not saying I don't want ears, I like their purpose and all but, don't they look.. weird?

Now, I'm not saying I don't like ears. They're nice looking sometimes on certain people *cough* and sometimes when you put earrings they look, well, pretty. But I don't like the fact that everything's good on my head then suddenly you have two weird shaped horns poking out from the sides of your face. Oh and just for the record, if you pinch the flabby flabby bottom part of my ear, it won't hurt because I've been pinched there since I was young. Lotsa times. Unless you really use your brute force then well, it might come off.

But anyway, I love you ears. Stay on my head, alright?

You know who else I love? I love *censored till future notice*

-Renald
Its funny how many times I scraped your name on my table, and written *censored* on the water vapour formed on my mirror after a warm shower.