Reading Stoic_Slaughter's journal

Back to the "I love you" thing..."
There is a certain someone with whom I am quite infatuated. I told him that I love him, and he said, "I love you, too." But of course, since "I love you" is a colloquialism, he meant, "I love you as a friend; in a strictly platonic manner." How was I to know this? I said, "No, I'm in love with you..." and he said, "Oh." How could he be shocked? The words simply hold no meaning anymore.

But I dwell.
My mother found my journal...(not this one, my secret little combination lock journal) and she unlocked it and read it. How could one do that to their child? I screamed at her and ran into my room, locking my door and crying because I felt so exposed and betrayed. I went to see what she had done with my journal, and I couldn't find it. I came to find out that she had actually thrown it away. The pain was unbearable. My thoughts, my feelings, my anger, my love, my sadness...all of it; gone. I had kept that journal for at least four years now, and it was almost entirely full. I loved it as one would love a friend. What would possess anyone to do such a thing? Still I grieve profusely. I shall never forgive her for this.

For my next trick, I shall make you all disappear.

Blood on the pages
journal thought useless
removed limbs hurt less

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second

This has got to hurt worse than taking a bullet to the heart.

My advise:

I'd make sure my fingers were fully extended and I'd take my arm and swing it back behind me as far as I possibly could and then I'd thrust it as fast and as hard as I could open hand slapping her right across her face until she felt a tectonic shift in the very fabric of her existance. The force would send shockwaves into her inner being, it'd make her soul explode in pain. She'd fall to her knees and a burst of light would blanket you both signaling her epiphany on how much she hurt you. She would feel so ashamed that she would single handedly reverse time back to before she ever thought of picking up your diary and you'd live happily ever after!

One can dream...

Wow. Replies like that one make me take the gun from my head. I swear, I grinned. Thank you. ^^

For my next trick, I shall make you all disappear.

Wow. Replies like that one make me take the gun from my head. I swear, I grinned. Thank you. ^^

Yes putting the gun down is a good thing... Now kick it under the bed and forget you ever had it.... =)

Grins are good therapy! Now create an online journal with a strong password. Guard that password well and your mom will never be able to read you private thoughts again!

Grins are good therapy! Now create an online journal with a strong password. Guard that password well and your mom will never be able to read you private thoughts again!

unless of course you chose to pour your heart into an online journal which your mother read online anyway...a little suggestion, online journals are great..but either dont let your mother know about the website(our computers in the family room...that one failed) or dont use a real life nickname for yourself.

-Mel

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