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myOtaku.com: MillenniumChaos
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Mood:  Frustrated
Music: Somebody Else's Song- Lifehouse
Anime craving: Bleach
A girl sat in a rather comfortable-looking office chair, staring out of the window at the dying afternoon. She never seemed to smile, so people always thought her displeased when she was actually rather cheerful. This always made people nervous because, though she thought that she was being expressive, her emotion never really showed on her face. Sometimes, she would try to exaggerate her expressions, but it would just make her look twisted and scarier. So, most people avoided her, not only because she seemed kind of frightening but also because she seemed to be in control, a wholly self-sufficient being. Again, they had misread her: she was nowhere near self-sufficient. But, the girl was far too polite and shy and proud to speak up and tell them that she would in fact appreciate a bit of help. What a funny child.
It was these very reasons that people had a hard time getting to know her. Such a shy and standoffish child didn't appeal to many people. They thought her cute and nice, surely enough, but never really delved. Some were scared of what they'd find. Some weren't let in. The rest skirted the issue entirely. Too much effort to force open such a tough clam, even if a pearl might be inside. The girl was well aware of the world's apparent apathy and did not despair. She was rather an Existentialist: She felt that nothing she did would ever make the whole world love her, so it was better to live on her own terms than anyone else's. So, the gloomy-looking girl walked the earth as a casual observer, at peace with her solitude.
So, if you've ever wanted to know me better, there you have it.
-MC
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