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ʝuƨτ ƨʜøøτ ɱε ɑʟʀεɑɗʏ . . . |
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10 December 2009:
►► I really don't see the point anymore. Everybody's convinced themselves that they know what's going on inside my head. That they understand what I'm going through. They really know nothing about me. Nothing past the basics: my name, my date of birth, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah. They have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. I like therapists better than my so-called friends. They say they know what's going on inside your head, but that's usually after they try to understand, not before. I know a lot of people don't like therapists, but I like them. Maybe that's just my messed up head talking...
Anyways, they really have no idea. I swear, one of these days I'm going to kill them all. And on top of nearly everyone saying that they understand when they really don't, I have to deal with my horrible grade in Science class and my rents being mad at me for it. They ask me what I haven't turned in, what I can do to get it up and all that jazz. I don't see why they ask, because I've told them a million times that I don't know. Oh, and my grandfather (legal father, but that sounds weird. And icky. D: ) does this really annoying thing where he does these wacky tunes. He doesn't whistle them, doesn't sing them, doesn't even hum them. Honestly, I'm not sure what he does, but it pisses me the hell off. Gosh, I wish I could just be normal and have none of these problems. Then there are certain things that piss me the hell off as well. But only sometimes do these things piss me off. I think I have that weird Multiple Personality Disorder thing. That's what it's called, right?
There are two sides of me, and everybody likes the second half of me. The person who was born to my mother is a grumpy person who nobody likes, except for a few people who are just like her. And some other people. (I know, talking in third person is weird.) And then, the other half of me is a nice person who everybody likes. I've named that person Alice. ((Note: My main role play character's name is Alice. Weird, eh?)) I plan to change my name to Alice as soon as I can in hopes that I'll act like her myself. Then I'll be happy and less of a whiny b*tch. Pardon my English, but the B word is necessary where it is.
Only one of my true friends truly understands what I try to explain to everybody else. And even she likes Alice better. I'm sure Abby would try to understand, but she wouldn't and just nod and smile. (She's a good girl, always does her homework and never does anything wrong. I honestly love her.) Then, once I tried to explain it to the girl I sit next to in homeroom, but she just looked at me funny, and said "You're weird." But we're good and she doesn't mind that I'm a freak. But I'm sure if she knew the extent of my -ness, (yes, -ness. You know, the ending to the word grumpiness) she wouldn't even want to look at me, let alone sit less than a foot away from me. Also, she's a year younger than me academically and less than a month younger than me in actuality. It makes me feel sort smart to know that. But then it also makes me feel dumb for some reason.
Now I'm rambling, so I'm going to go now...◄◄
Amazingly, ~Faux
PS: Please do not call me fox like a lot of people do. It's annoying and faux and fox are two totally different things. They don't even sound alike! You may call me faux, fur, or rabbit. Or any combination of those three. That is all . . .
PSS: Also, I really like pie. But not apple pie. I used to like it, but now it's bleh. And not pecan pie either. I love love love the filling, just take out the pecans and I'm all for it. I have a problem with rambling. Sorry...
faux_fur_rabbit · Fri Dec 11, 2009 @ 05:05am · 0 Comments |
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