Fake America. What a surprise!

I wasted two hours of my life reading the newspaper today. It was strange. It made me feel like I was out of touch. I haven’t read the newspaper in probably,...well..., ever.
By reading the newspaper and getting back in touch with the media, I learnt that:

War - what is it good for? Nothing.

Obese America? Let’s get anorexic together.

Internet? Emails can get misconstruded so you should not use them as a cop out from real face to face communication.

The news to me, is really bogus. I’d hate to be a journalist; you feed the nation crap and watch as they swallow it whole. Infact it is nothing but a random and insignificant thought but hey! you're a journalist so lets manipulate it and feed it to people! Most only care about what is crammed into a paper because they want to sound educated. I'm fed up of having to dig in the dirt for the truth because it got buried under a bunch of fucking lies. It makes my nails hurt. And then the media have the nerve to ask 'why aren't young people interesting in the news?'. Possibly because the news is fake. The news isn't news. Its lies and totally exagerated facts. And that it the first and the last time that I bother to read the news. My nails better toughen up, cause they are gonna have to keep on digging. I ain't settling for the news and its crap. I want the truth.

Now why does that statement strike fear into the heart of every journalist in America?....

Unknown answers to my questions.

Sometimes, people say that the believe that they were put on earth for a reason. To do what every it is that they do. Writer say that they are on earth to bring their words to the public. Artists say that they are on earth to fill the world with a different take on life with their art. Voluntary workers say that they are here to save and help those less fortunate than themselves. The list goes on and on.

Well, I don't feel like that. I am a writer and a photographer, and I feel nothing. I have no idea why I exsist in this life. On this earth. What my purpose is - I just don't know. It got me wondering, why am I here? Everyone else seems to know except me. It annoys me. I know that I want to carrying on writing and taking my beloved camera everywhere but that doesn't mean that that was what I was suppose to do. God didn't give me a misson; 'you must fill the world with your words Veronica and write at every possible opportunity.' I just do it because I like it and enjoy it.

I've come to realise that you can't keep on questioning life. Its impossible. You'll just go around in circles asking the same questions again and again to the sky. You don't alway get answers in life. You have to accept the unknown and move on. I've wasted too much time in my life asking questions and getting stupidly fustrated when there is no reply. It wont bother me anymore. I'll make sure of it.

Coming Home Again.

Hello again.

Yes I do still exist and I am going to offically start this blog now. I'm sorry for the wait; things have been a little somewhat hetic and crazy lately. Too many people fell off the tracks of life and we all had to stop and help them back on the right road. Does that make sense? Perhaps not but it does in my mind amongst all of the mess that's lying cluttered on the floor of my poor brain. Its been having to think very hard lately, mainly on the behalf of other people who couldn't think for themselves. But I'm glad I help everyone. It made me feel a better person. And that's a good thing, right?

Things will will soon be back to normal. Trust me.

Veronica
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