Young Rogue

Another one bites the dust..

My blog: Stray Angel. And yeah I made a third one..I'm getting damn tired of doing this. One of these days I'm just going to quit.

I gave a test today at 10pm. Yeah. Crazy university.

Funny how everyone knows everyone else..and everyone knows me..but I know nobody.

Oh bugger off!!

*throws a chair across the room and watches in frustration as it doesn't break*

I hate people..I just hate them. They're just..pests. Vermin. Rodents. Uncouth, uncivilised, degenerate, PIG-PERSONS!!

*mutters angrily while pacing her bedroom*

Oh no I'm not. I'm sure you don't understand why, but I'm not. I am NOT running again. I'm not stupid. Neither am I 'optimistic'. The world is messed-up. Why should I think it's any different than what is it, huh? Such a drama. Over nothing. NOTHING. Grrr..

Oh why, why do I have to be polite? Why? It would be so good to be able to be rude. And scream and shout and rave and what not. To basically, in true human fashion, make a mountain out of the proverbial mole-hill.

But noooooooo..I have to be nice. I have to make others feel better when I'm going through hell. I have to laugh and joke and make everything okay again.

Why did everybody have to be there? I can't even say I didn't have my friends when I needed them. They were ALL there. Too many of them in fact. I'm denied even the simple pleasure of cursing their useless behinds to hell..

The world just isn't fair!!