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Birthday
1991-03-18
Gender
Female
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Ha-Ha -you wish
Member Since
2005-12-21
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I like to think I am a writer.
Real Name
You may only call me Bloody.
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My achievements include scaring the snot out of goodie-goodie cheerleaders on a daily bases, becomeing trailor trash(behind a bar is my humble abode), and being mostly mysterious to everyone I come in contact with.
Anime Fan Since
About......1st grade.
Favorite Anime
Full Metal Alchemist, Eerie Queerie, Inuyasha, Ranma 1/2, Maison Ikkoku, Read or Die(
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To live through my childhood, and not become a mom. (get that special person to start likeing me-Not that I obses over a guy, it's a girl!)
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Writing Reading, plotting the end of the world with contacts all over the world.
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Good with guns, and explosives.
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myOtaku.com: Bloody Beauty
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Friday, March 24, 2006
Guess what?
Guess what? I hate everyone. I know millions of peoplesay that everyday, but I don't hate LIFE, I hate all the people. If they were robots I might not mind. Sereously though, I am so sick of every living thing acting like, hey I need attention so look at me, look at me.
Last night I was walking past the graveyard thinking about lieing down in there for a while(no not even to be creepy, just because I was tired. I live next to a grave yard and I was just out for a midnight stroll. I am told I do creepy things without realizeing they are creepy but I know a lot of people don't take midnight naps in the graveyard...) Anyways, but there was a creepy little crazy skunk, it was injured and was chasing its tail eternily chasing its injured tail, spun into a void where the fact that its feet don't matter, but it has to chase its tail.
I learned from the skunk. Life. Is. Pointless.
Like the skunk all anyone ever thinks about is the end and how well they will someday end-up. When all humans are here for is to kill the rest of the planet. *sigh*
Then you get the end of the skunk. Meaning my dog Princess stands over its eternal circle in the leaves and swoops in for the kill. there is a slight scuffleing of black dog on black skunk in the darkness of the night. There is a squeal of pain from the skunk, and a victorious bark from my dog. She obediantly and poetly brings the corpse of the dead skunk over to her master.
Though over-come with the stentch of dead skunk, I accept slowly-takeing the dead animal from her old wary fangs. She stares at me then trots back to the house. I stand there next to the cemetary gate, the warm frenzied blood dripping down my hand. I look over to the black metal gate and heave a heavy sigh. I go in.
With an unbidden feeling I lick the blood from my hand. I realize I may have gotten a disease, but I couldn't help it. I...just....
Well anyways. Life is pointless. I hate everyone I know. Yes that means you. I love that you read me though. When you read this, did you know you get a peak at the quiet sorrowful looking me that everyone thinks is just daydreaming? Well, you only see the real me when I write in journals or to you in a letter. I hate me for being quiet. I hate being me who never speaks what needs to be said. I hate me.
I hate everyone I know.
There is one person I don't hate....but they shall never know...because I am just the quiet spacey little redhead that everyone thinks is creepy.
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