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What's Wrong?
"What's wrong, what's wrong?"Nothing is wrong. Why keep asking? The only thing that will be wrong is that they keep asking. Asking and asking and annoying me. I'm silent because thats the way I am. If I don't speak, it doesn't mean I'm sad or angry.
Why can't they just understand that? My silence and desire to be alone cannot be comprehended in their simple minds, so it seems. And even as I tell them that nothing is wrong, they still ask. If I tell them the truth, they will think something is wrong, or at least use their dense brains to connect my annoyance to certain female events.
But no, it's not that. It's not that at all.
Its them. The only thing that is wrong is them. Their ignorance and mere blindness angers me. Their endless chatter of nonsense and overrated topics of the teenage American mind.
Sometimes I wish that all stupid people could be eliminated. I would do it. I would.
One of them, his name is Kemp...made up name, I know. The first letter should push you in the right direction. I used to converse with him daily, whether its about certain games or inside jokes. Soon did I realize I made a mistake. Kemp was outrageously rude and unoriginal. I would say something, something opinionated or something arrogant, and he would use the same phrase, over and over. The same unoriginal phrase. I used to reply. Now I ignore them. But the simple ignorance of his phrases repeated over and over for no sensible reason irritates me to no end.
And now I imagine his death. By stabbing.
A story of another, a girl named Lisa, another fake name. I suppose she has a right to complain about her life; I've been told by her that her parents continually scold her and wish her away, but its for the same main reason. Her grades. Her grades are pathetically low. I would expect any parent to scold and take away one's prized possessions, such as a cell phone or a computer, but it seems as if Lisa does not get it. In class she constantly draws or writes notes to her friends, not bothering to pay any attention at all. She ditches class as much as she wants, and doesn't realize that its her fault.
Her fault. Many people don't realize that its their own faults bad things happen to them. Sure, I have a B in class, but thats my fault. I needed to study more, instead of procrastinate or be lazy.
I focus on my studies and pay attention in class. How hard can that be?
I'm sorry. I am just angry on how un-logical my friends can be. But I don't mind. I don't hate them for their faults, whatever their faults may be. I know I have faults too. Its just that sometimes I can't take it. Don't worry, they do the same. Sometimes they can't take my faults either. It doesn't matter. They're my friends. I love my friends.
Except Kemp of course.
Date: September 29, 2005