Dear Mr. RedxDeath

Dear Mr. RedXDeath,

Why do you bother, if you think we're so pathetic for caring?

I'm glad that you have a life, even if you do strike me as overwhelmingly negative and I wonder how you can drag yourself through it with some semblance of sanity. I have a life. It is just a pathetic one. That is probably a good word to describe me: Pathetic. Pathetic and pitiful.

Yet I have come to terms with this. Happily pathetic since 6th grade.

Do you even read my journal? Yes, I complain, but complaining is one of my favorite pastimes. I do it to let off steam-- as you clearly do. Yet I also like to think, muse, ponder, and, *gasp* be enthusiastic and exciting about things. Even if they are pathetic, like Harry Potter.

At least I'm happy.

Yet I'm not as pathetic as you say I am. The only drugs I ever take is Nyquil or Dayquil when I've got the flu like I have now. I haven't cried myself to sleep in a very long time. In fact, I have gone to bed on most nights squirming with happiness that I'm currently enjoying my life. My grades are up. I have numerous friends, in school, outside school, online, even overseas. I was just in a musical I had a ton of fun with. I enjoy playing the music in the orchestra. I roleplay Harry Potter to an excessive amount. I also RP two original storylines with some of my friends. I am into politics. I speak Japanese. I like to draw. I like to write. I am working on a novel.

I am an absolute nerd. A geek, sure.

AND I'M HAPPY WITH THAT!!!

I don't want you to misjudge me. I care not because you're so important to me, I care because I like to expand my world, make connections and even friends, and I feel a karmic imbalance if someone walks away with the wrong idea of me. I explain everything.

I realize you won't even read this, or you'll take it the wrong way. That's your misgiving, then.

Just keep in mind that you're lumping us all in as one group. We're not. We're all unique individuals here, as unique as you.

your lives suck because you are useless.

you are useless because you don't think you're important.

you're unimportant because you NEVER TRY to be.

You make me smile, RedxDeath. You make me smile because you're so wrong and so forcefully so. Why?

Will you ever respond to one of my journal posts? I'd like to know if you really care or not.

Dear Mr. RedxDeath

Dear Mr. RedXDeath,

Why do you bother, if you think we're so pathetic for caring?

I'm glad that you have a life, even if you do strike me as overwhelmingly negative and I wonder how you can drag yourself through it with some semblance of sanity. I have a life. It is just a pathetic one. That is probably a good word to describe me: Pathetic. Pathetic and pitiful.

Yet I have come to terms with this. Happily pathetic since 6th grade.

Do you even read my journal? Yes, I complain, but complaining is one of my favorite pastimes. I do it to let off steam-- as you clearly do. Yet I also like to think, muse, ponder, and, *gasp* be enthusiastic and exciting about things. Even if they are pathetic, like Harry Potter.

At least I'm happy.

Yet I'm not as pathetic as you say I am. The only drugs I ever take is Nyquil or Dayquil when I've got the flu like I have now. I haven't cried myself to sleep in a very long time. In fact, I have gone to bed on most nights squirming with happiness that I'm currently enjoying my life. My grades are up. I have numerous friends, in school, outside school, online, even overseas. I was just in a musical I had a ton of fun with. I enjoy playing the music in the orchestra. I roleplay Harry Potter to an excessive amount. I also RP two original storylines with some of my friends. I am into politics. I speak Japanese. I like to draw. I like to write. I am working on a novel.

I am an absolute nerd. A geek, sure.

AND I'M HAPPY WITH THAT!!!

I don't want you to misjudge me. I care not because you're so important to me, I care because I like to expand my world, make connections and even friends, and I feel a karmic imbalance if someone walks away with the wrong idea of me. I explain everything.

I realize you won't even read this, or you'll take it the wrong way. That's your misgiving, then.

Just keep in mind that you're lumping us all in as one group. We're not. We're all unique individuals here, as unique as you.

your lives suck because you are useless.

you are useless because you don't think you're important.

you're unimportant because you NEVER TRY to be.

You make me smile, RedxDeath. You make me smile because you're so wrong and so forcefully so. Why?

Will you ever respond to one of my journal posts? I'd like to know if you really care or not.

Survey and Random Thoughts on Patheticness

( Survey-ish Thing )

Today I felt oddly restless.

We watched Mr. Sadowey pick up William and drag him into the back room on tape. It was for a skit in his other Government class. It was pretty funny.

I think redxdeath is overreacting. He accuses us of caring too much, that we're pathetic-- but he still cares enough to berate us.

We are all, we are all pathetic . . . either that, or we're not. It's the great greyness of humanity. You can't be it or not be it. You're a little bit at all times.

I like it ^_^

My view of humanity: Scared rabbits . . . remember? ^_^

We watched the Duck Tales movie in Creative Writing. Brock brought it in, and, well, no one objected enough to prevent him from turning it on, lol . . . it's one of those Saturday morning movies, the kind that make you feel woozy and sleepy because the only time you've ever watched it was when you were still in your pajamas on some lazy weekend.

I want to make a crime unit video.

I also want to feel better.

Survey and Random Thoughts on Patheticness

( Survey-ish Thing )

Today I felt oddly restless.

We watched Mr. Sadowey pick up William and drag him into the back room on tape. It was for a skit in his other Government class. It was pretty funny.

I think redxdeath is overreacting. He accuses us of caring too much, that we're pathetic-- but he still cares enough to berate us.

We are all, we are all pathetic . . . either that, or we're not. It's the great greyness of humanity. You can't be it or not be it. You're a little bit at all times.

I like it ^_^

My view of humanity: Scared rabbits . . . remember? ^_^

We watched the Duck Tales movie in Creative Writing. Brock brought it in, and, well, no one objected enough to prevent him from turning it on, lol . . . it's one of those Saturday morning movies, the kind that make you feel woozy and sleepy because the only time you've ever watched it was when you were still in your pajamas on some lazy weekend.

I want to make a crime unit video.

I also want to feel better.