The Journal That Belongs to [Nobody]
Journal Entry #1
Okay, let me get this straight. This is a JOURNAL not a diary, and NO, I DID NOT steal this from "Diary of A Wimpy Kid". In fact, that movie is kind of weak, no offense to you "Wimpy Kid" lovers.
Okay, I have a question for you. Why do some people degrade others? Is it because they think they’re better than someone else? They like picking on people? Or because they are hiding something inside and hope no one figures it out so they take it out on other ‘low-life’ people. That’s what I don’t get. How do people feel happy about themselves when they’re making other people feel horrible?
If you’re wondering, or if you’re even bothering to read this, I don’t care what you think. Or maybe I do. But I’m not going to tell you. This is MY life, and I can do whatever I feel like. Do you even genuinely care what I have to tell you? Or are you just reading this as a spare time thing? Whatever. Who cares? Not me.
Are you annoyed yet? Because this is my whole purpose in life, annoying people I mean. Of course, my parents and my brother think I’m the most annoying person on the face of the earth, but who cares about them?
Oh, by the way, I hate everything, if you couldn’t tell, and I’ve lived a pretty quiet life. I’ve tried committing suicide twice but fortunately, or unfortunately, someone has stopped me both times. What I'm trying to say is, I thought my life was weird, the exact opposite of normal. But, I guess I was wrong...again.
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Walking to and from school is actually pretty boring. I've heard people tell their friends, "Oh yeah, I wish I could walk to school. It seems fun." Key Word: FUN. It is absolutely not even relatively close to the word ‘FUN’. But the thing about it is, almost every kid does it.
{Oh, you do know that I’m not writing in my journal right now, right? And when I put words in these thingies --> {}, it means it’s MY thoughts, okay? So no hating on me for using these --> {} because they ARE pretty cool.}
"Ali!!" My [best] friend called out, she was running towards me with her blonde hair flowing every which way behind her. Now, not to be a hater, but she can be off her rocker at times {And by that I mean...eh, how do I put this lightly...'daft'. And if you don't know what that means...well, you're daft too.}
"What do you want, Iris?" I was tired and cranky and just wanted to be home.
"Sorry, I just got a call from Joseph and guess what?"
"What." I sighed in frustration. If she didn't hurry up soon, I was going to miss my bus.
"I got a call from Joseph and-"
"You said that!" I pointed out. Why couldn't she just spit it out?
"-And he told Jessica, who told Barbara, who told Sam, who told Jasper, who told-"
"Just get on with it, will you!?"
"-Me that Joseph..." She took a deep breath.
"WHAT?!" I screeched.
"Joseph has a crush on you."
Oh no. Oh no. OH NO. Great...my life just ended.
{And I hadn't even told you everything yet. Well, I guess that's what authors do, they throw stuff at you. Hopefully not trash cans though...that would hurt.}
Okay, let me get this straight. This is a JOURNAL not a diary, and NO, I DID NOT steal this from "Diary of A Wimpy Kid". In fact, that movie is kind of weak, no offense to you "Wimpy Kid" lovers.
Okay, I have a question for you. Why do some people degrade others? Is it because they think they’re better than someone else? They like picking on people? Or because they are hiding something inside and hope no one figures it out so they take it out on other ‘low-life’ people. That’s what I don’t get. How do people feel happy about themselves when they’re making other people feel horrible?
If you’re wondering, or if you’re even bothering to read this, I don’t care what you think. Or maybe I do. But I’m not going to tell you. This is MY life, and I can do whatever I feel like. Do you even genuinely care what I have to tell you? Or are you just reading this as a spare time thing? Whatever. Who cares? Not me.
Are you annoyed yet? Because this is my whole purpose in life, annoying people I mean. Of course, my parents and my brother think I’m the most annoying person on the face of the earth, but who cares about them?
Oh, by the way, I hate everything, if you couldn’t tell, and I’ve lived a pretty quiet life. I’ve tried committing suicide twice but fortunately, or unfortunately, someone has stopped me both times. What I'm trying to say is, I thought my life was weird, the exact opposite of normal. But, I guess I was wrong...again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Walking to and from school is actually pretty boring. I've heard people tell their friends, "Oh yeah, I wish I could walk to school. It seems fun." Key Word: FUN. It is absolutely not even relatively close to the word ‘FUN’. But the thing about it is, almost every kid does it.
{Oh, you do know that I’m not writing in my journal right now, right? And when I put words in these thingies --> {}, it means it’s MY thoughts, okay? So no hating on me for using these --> {} because they ARE pretty cool.}
"Ali!!" My [best] friend called out, she was running towards me with her blonde hair flowing every which way behind her. Now, not to be a hater, but she can be off her rocker at times {And by that I mean...eh, how do I put this lightly...'daft'. And if you don't know what that means...well, you're daft too.}
"What do you want, Iris?" I was tired and cranky and just wanted to be home.
"Sorry, I just got a call from Joseph and guess what?"
"What." I sighed in frustration. If she didn't hurry up soon, I was going to miss my bus.
"I got a call from Joseph and-"
"You said that!" I pointed out. Why couldn't she just spit it out?
"-And he told Jessica, who told Barbara, who told Sam, who told Jasper, who told-"
"Just get on with it, will you!?"
"-Me that Joseph..." She took a deep breath.
"WHAT?!" I screeched.
"Joseph has a crush on you."
Oh no. Oh no. OH NO. Great...my life just ended.
{And I hadn't even told you everything yet. Well, I guess that's what authors do, they throw stuff at you. Hopefully not trash cans though...that would hurt.}
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