How is it that I get bullied by a girl and her friends, have her break my heart, her laugh at me, and yet, I'm laughing? You see, tis be her immaturity. A post on her wall depicts me as a monster, a man-whore, and a fake. The only thing she really got right was the monster, for I know my place. However, her attempts to get to me today are non-existent. Today, as the title states, there shall be hell on earth for this unnamed girl. But I want to clarify, I'm not the one to bear a grudge against people, and with her I will not change this rule. Simply erase her from my life and make damn sure she never shows her face in my sight ever again.
I hated writing, and avoided it for the longest time. But it seems my words have impacted someone before and I convinced someone the are truly beautiful. As morbid and sick as my humor and my existence may be, the one I convinced makes things I deal with better, more than bearable. Edward Scissorhands falls in "love". But, to whoever is reading this, have you ever loved something, or someone, and realized your chances are as slim as a pin cut in fourths from the tip? My chances are slowly growing, and hope soon fleeted into this hopeless, hollow soul... I really want this day to be a good one, and so far, with the whole girl from my first comment, I'm laughing like I'm psychotic. It's ammusing to me.
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