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Tuesday, 06 October 2009

  • Developing Character

    I am a character
    in someone else's story.

    Cliché.
    Unimportant.
    So small
    sometimes they wonder
    why I'm there at all.

    No one knows my
    backstory
    because I was created
    to be hated.
    disliked.
    unloved.

    My purpose:

    to show how awesome
    the others are.
    to bask in my
    closed-mindedness.

    The author never cared enough
    to flesh me out
    give me depth
    explore me.

    Why should I?

Wednesday, 04 March 2009

  • The Truth

    "Well, what is exciting and pleasurable. ...that gives bruises?" he asks, teasing.

    "A tickle fight," I reply with a grin.

    "I fail to see where the bruising comes in."

    "It happens inadvertently."

    "You throw punches in the middle of your tickle fights?"

    "No, it's a pressure thing. Tho, if you and I ever got into a tickle fight, I'd probably punch you."

    "See? Why?"

    "Because sometimes I hate you," I say. And I realize it is true.

    "...where's that coming from?" he asks, somewhat bewildered.

    "I'm only telling the truth."

    "Well, then can I be truthful?"

    "Oh, I doubt it." And I walk away.


Saturday, 28 February 2009

  • Where have i been?

    Wallowing in self-pity, recovering from self-pity, that sorta thing. Oh, and my laptop died so my novel is lost. For now. My brother is attempting to recover it from the HDD. We'll see whether or not he succeeds tomorrow.... Hope everyone's been well.

Thursday, 22 January 2009

  • Style--or lack thereof

    I've decided I have a pretty strange style. In fact, the things I tend to like wearing together I would never pick out in a catalog. I would probably point at it and laugh. And yet, here I am... long sleeve fuchsia shirt, long black tiered skirt, strawberry and vine printed ankle socks, and black flats with silver sparkles. Am I going to get laughed at when I get to work? Most definitely. Am I going to care? probably. But I'm still going to do it. Work expects me to wear non-gym/tennis shoes during winter months. I can't wear heels or I'd die. They'll just get to deal with my craziness.

    I plan to wear legwarmers, too, when I get some.

    I have absolutely no style, but I don't care enough to adopt one. Actually, I just don't look good in any of them, so I'll do what I want and feel comfortable wearing. take that, society!

Monday, 12 January 2009

  • Vindictive Behavior

    So, I've been without a phone for about 2 weeks now. It's kinda nice having an excuse to not get called by anyone. But it's also pretty dangerous. Especially during the winter months with an old car. Because I'm poor, I asked my mom if I could just pay her for an extra line on her account. Mom can't add anymore lines to her account--it's full. My aunt... well, long story short, she thinks I'll act like her kids, run over minutes and texts, and generally cost a fortune. 1. everyone i'd wanna call would be "in" 2. everyone i'd wanna text would be "in" 3. I'm telephobic--who else would I call??

    I guess I really just want to whine. I never ask anyone for help, and this one time when I need it, no one cares. And, I know it's bitter and vindictive of me, but I hope no one ever needs my help because they won't find it as forthcoming as it once was. This makes me a really ugly person, but honestly, I'm tired of being walked on and never getting a hand up when I need one.

Feythe

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  • Rivers of sorrow drown my cries, laying me bare, exposing my lies.

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