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keykVacation? Nope, not really. More crud that you probably don't care for.XP It's pretty lame so read at your own risk and ignore my bad grammar.
Almost everyone finds some part of me (if not all) annoying. I try my best to make them happier about me, but it just doesn't work. What triggered this journal? Some miniature arguement with my sister. My sister seemed pretty happy. I know she hates it when I bring up things from the past, but since she was happy, I thought she'd take it as the joke it was made to be.
Did she? Well, obviously not.
"I hate how Kay [aka me] always brings things up from the past! It pisses me off!"
She knows I don't like cuss words no matter how weak they are. I'm sure she emphasized that to make me feel bad and to show just how angry I make her.
She uses the computer a lot and I can't do as much because of that, true. But, I was telling the truth and I hoped it wouldn't make her angry. Her anger went slightly beyond my expectations...
I haven't been showing my angsty side lately since I'm almost sure it annoys people, but here I am.
The more these things happen, the more it hurts.
As for my brother, he's a pretty cheery guy. However, he does get mad at me at some points. Despite that fact, he always claims that he doesn't do so. Well, not in my book. Then he asks, "When?"
Does he expect me to tell what happened and what day it was? Specifically? Perhaps. I'm sorry, but my mind can't retain such things. I can, however, remember the way I felt. Describe? No. Rarely.
...I'm not going to bother writing about my parents. Sure, we're family and we love each other, but...
Ngeeuh! Just..so many things.
Well, sure I can get angry, but there are usually certain reasons for it. Usually, sadness and angst overpowers it. Am I strange? Of course. Am I someone to be cared for? Probably not so much as most. No one person on this earth truly understands me. Not even myself. Why must humans be so complex? Why must life be so painful? How can one take so much pride in himself despite all of the crimes he has committed? The story we humans must write is a long and strenuous journey. Some people become cowards and throw all of it away in seconds.
I'll try. I'll try my best to get through. For those of you who are reading, I thank you for caring. I wish you a good life. I hope I'll be able to oversome my small amount of pain and move on. Perhaps I'll be able to understand those who aren't understood. If only.
I'm sure you've had difficult times and days. We all wished they would go away. Even those who claim to like pain truly only want happiness. I should probably end this now.
Almost everyone finds some part of me (if not all) annoying. I try my best to make them happier about me, but it just doesn't work. What triggered this journal? Some miniature arguement with my sister. My sister seemed pretty happy. I know she hates it when I bring up things from the past, but since she was happy, I thought she'd take it as the joke it was made to be.
Did she? Well, obviously not.
"I hate how Kay [aka me] always brings things up from the past! It pisses me off!"
She knows I don't like cuss words no matter how weak they are. I'm sure she emphasized that to make me feel bad and to show just how angry I make her.
She uses the computer a lot and I can't do as much because of that, true. But, I was telling the truth and I hoped it wouldn't make her angry. Her anger went slightly beyond my expectations...
I haven't been showing my angsty side lately since I'm almost sure it annoys people, but here I am.
The more these things happen, the more it hurts.
As for my brother, he's a pretty cheery guy. However, he does get mad at me at some points. Despite that fact, he always claims that he doesn't do so. Well, not in my book. Then he asks, "When?"
Does he expect me to tell what happened and what day it was? Specifically? Perhaps. I'm sorry, but my mind can't retain such things. I can, however, remember the way I felt. Describe? No. Rarely.
...I'm not going to bother writing about my parents. Sure, we're family and we love each other, but...
Ngeeuh! Just..so many things.
Well, sure I can get angry, but there are usually certain reasons for it. Usually, sadness and angst overpowers it. Am I strange? Of course. Am I someone to be cared for? Probably not so much as most. No one person on this earth truly understands me. Not even myself. Why must humans be so complex? Why must life be so painful? How can one take so much pride in himself despite all of the crimes he has committed? The story we humans must write is a long and strenuous journey. Some people become cowards and throw all of it away in seconds.
I'll try. I'll try my best to get through. For those of you who are reading, I thank you for caring. I wish you a good life. I hope I'll be able to oversome my small amount of pain and move on. Perhaps I'll be able to understand those who aren't understood. If only.
I'm sure you've had difficult times and days. We all wished they would go away. Even those who claim to like pain truly only want happiness. I should probably end this now.
