The rantings of an angry girl

[victory]

I am sorry if you don't like these, but these 'rants' are partically my life...


Immortal souls sheth themselves in the dark moonlight of the midnight sun. Everlasting beings that hold no remorse as iditoic mortals pass into the realm of darkness and despair. Woe is the fool who falls for their enemy - their predator, while they are only weak prey that will serve as a mere morsle for the being to consume. How masochistic for the predator to love their prey that cry for mercy and death rather than being with the monsterous killer which they are. How riduculus a though of saving a life...

[victory]

Ridiule - utter moronic ridicule. Every where I stand. Do this. Do that. Who gives a crud?! I don't want to write 'I am stupid' over and over. Just because I say "I am stupid' doesn't mean you can threaten if I say it one more time that you will make me write it over....and over. A locked door is a LOCKED doornone-the-less. Don't ignore when I yell to say that I am changing, yet you throw the door wide and leave it wide open after I scream and hide myself under my blanket. Don't get the key that unlocks my door. Wait 'till I am done you brats! Don't tell me NOT to lock it. Don't complain about my silence. I don't give a crud of what you think. I don't want you with when I need new clothes. I don't want you around me, but I still can't run and I still can't bear the pain. My eyes are seeless. Never been fearless. Never been more tormented in my soul. Those b1tchy neighbor girls put my head in a whirl. Both are bratz - I know the elder of the two drink. You don't listen to me. The younger is a prostitute in the making while her big sister pulls the nice act with her on me - while saying things behind my back while being right in front of my face. My body, my hygen, my past, my life is none of your god dammed businessyou slut bag whore. Being in a crowded room, yet feeling all alone. There is nobody I can trust, not even my 'twin'. I don't trust any of them - or myself. One of them died - I silently rejoiced in my sick mind, yet I showed true, fake sorrow for the poor bi--- girl. I fake a smile and wish I'm dead, but no one really understands what it is that causes who I am beneath the false textured surface. ot that anyone really cares, afterall - I am invisible until they want entertainment as I choke it down falsities.

[victory]

What is it about this world?
Why does it hate some so?
Oh so much...
That they become to hate themselves?

Have they done wrong?
Have they made a mistake?
Have we not all done wrong?
Have we not all made mistakes?

Then why?
Why are these poor souls
treated so cruelly?
Oh so cruel

Why are many hearts
So Broken
Why do so many people
Cry So Much?