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Job: No life Loser
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Entry #98
It was 9:00 at night. The room was dark, and my laptop was off.
Unfortunatety, I had to face humiliation and bullies, and tons of people either asking
me about my cuts, or laughing at me, and calling me an "emo" or a "nerd". Either
one would've worked for them. As I did not look nice at all, and I was a very
miserable person. A couple of hours earlier, out of complete anger from being
picked on at the swimming contest, I strangled an old stuffed animal that
I usually took my anger out on.
At the swim meet, everyone was laughing at my weak performance, tears of
embarassment running down my face as I tried to hide them by looking down.
I got my super tiny, dime size, a baby could do this, medal, and ran out.
Now, it was a few minutes later. Just as I was about to make the cut, I heard
someone coming up the stairs. So, I turned the light on, hid the knife, and opened
my journal pretending to write, trying to act natural as possible. My dad just
passed along, and I waited for him to leave the 2nd floor, so I could continue.
He left.
So, I took the knife out, turned the light off, and slashed myself twice this time,
not even caring if I cut too deep anyways. Why twice?
Because of the damn kids laughing at me at the swimming contest, as they did
at practice. AND because school was happening tommorow. AND I DIDN'T
WANNA GO!!! So then, I poured some salt on the cut to make it hurt even more,
and went to bed an hour later, thinking about ways to get out of going to school!
Some ideas running through my mind were running away, moving away and living
under an assumed name, OR.. suicide. I had decided the cuts were close enough
to suicide for the night, and I went to sleep after about 3 hours of my mind racing.
What would I do? Go to school and face the kids trying to beat me up, and calling
me an "emo fag", or jump out the window, and run
It looked like I had no choice.
--TO BE CONTINUED WHEN I FEEL LIKE TALKING MORE ABOUT SCHOOL AND LESS ABOUT MISERY AND PAIN--
Author's Note: Yes, this is a fictional work of writing, and I mainly make stories to express one of these two things:
Me and my pervyness.
Or
The misery and pain my dark life contains. <-- this story would be that one
AND GIMME A BREAK ON THE TITLE, OK!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!!?
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