Filed under: AWESOME, Concerts, music | Tags: Amazing, AWESOME, love, Marilyn Manson, music, songs
Marilyn Manson’s new album is titled “The high end of low” and it comes out in May 2009. I am sooooooooooo excited. Oh and he is headlining Mayhemfest and is coming to Michigan on August 2, 2009. I want to go REALLY bad, but lawn tickets are $66… I will see what I can swing man. I hope I can go.
I LOVE MARILYN MANSON!!!!!!!!!!
Filed under: music | Tags: Assholes, Girlfriend, Marilyn Manson, music, People
“Marilyn Manson attended a party in Miami at the Hotel Gansevoort with model Isani Griffith. You think she would date him if he were working in Blockbuster for $6 an hour and dressing the same way? Amazing what money can get you these days. Luckily she probably has some serious daddy issues.”
I am blown away that someone could say this about someone else!!!!!!!!!! I hate when people who don’t even know ANYTHING about Marilyn Manson think they can just get away with saying things like this. Assholes, that’s all they are. Assholes. All I have to say is that he is amazing and she is lucky he is even giving her the time of day. Anyone would be extremely lucky to be with him. People suck.
Filed under: Insight | Tags: discovery, Marilyn Manson, myself, self, serial killers
Analyzing. I do it a lot. I think a lot too. What would happen if this happened? This is one of the things that holds me back in life. If I could just stop thinking about what could happen and what didn’t happen then maybe I could finally become who I want to be. If I could stop second guessing everything in my life then maybe I could move forward. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret anything that I have ever done or wish that things in my past could be different because lets face it, it’s made me who I am. I like who I am… kinda. I like being strange and my own person, but what about the quier sensitive girl that no one knows. I think that even if I wanted to I couldn’t change who I am. Even now…if I’m not loud and talking all the time then I have seventy people asking me what is wrong. Nothing is wrong. It’s just that most people only know one side of me. They only know the Janelle that is outgoing and fearless.
What if I wasn’t who everyone thought I was? What if I was some crazy person who thinks about retarded things that someone shouldn’t think about? What if I was someone who people wouldn’t like? Most of who I am is because of my over-analyzing. I think that if I say something that someone doesn’t like then they won’t like me. So, I won’t say it. I know that I say that I don’t care what people think about me, and I don’t, it’s just sometimes, I change me so it will make people happy. It all depends on the person. I do it with everyone. With the exception of a select few. It’s not that I am being fake so that they will be happy, I’m just being the me that they want to see.
The real me is loud, abnoxious, rendictive, mean, obsessed with Marilyn Manson, interested in serial killers, poetic, smart, and has a low self esteem. In a way, I am a giant contradiction. i am loud, but I don’t say anything. I am abnoxious, but I am understanding, I am rendictive, but I have said “an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” I am mean, but I am nice, I am obsessed with Marilyn Manson, but I love country music. I am interested in serial killers, but I am scared of dying. I am poetic, but I am I am scrambled. I am smart, but I have no common sense. I have a low self-esteem, but I think that I am an amazing person. I don’t know if I know who I am anymore.
I think that I have lost myself in the world. I have become so many things that I don’t know if any of it really is real. I can’t tell the difference between the REAL me and who everyone thinks that I am. I keep saying that if this one thing would happen then I would know who I am. If Drew would love me then I will be complete. When I go to college I will know who I am. When people like me, I will know who I am . When I get to have a conversation with Manson, then I will know who I really am. When I learn to love me, I will know who I am. The more that I think about it, the more I realize that I am making up excuses for myself. I am pretending to be someone and I don’t know who I am. That is that. i don’t know when I will know me. I don’t when I will figure myself out.
I am okay with not knowing who I am. When it happens it happens. That’s it.