Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dear Lash27,

You’re sister gave one of her friends my screen name for AIM. iPikcottonallday, that’s the name. Please, annoy the hell out of her. I know, I know, she’s just a little teenage girl, like your sister, who has no shame. But what is there that I can do? Nothing, as I said, she has no shame. Though, she should. Every day she should feel shame. “Why?” you may ask. “Why not?” I would respond.


Well, Katilin (a girl I have mentioned once on this site) is just plain annoying. She is a poser, I’m afraid to say. One of the worst I know. She called me a poser because I act happy. She is trying to be the ultimate Goth. You know, always sad, always black, always everything negative. But, the funniest part about it all is that she is one of the most popular girls at school. Yep, she is a complete and utter prep. I would not have a problem with her dressing Goth. Yes, I would be slightly insulted, but I would not hate her. But now, she is trying to get one of my dearest friends to go against me. Katilin tell’s my friend that I am a poser. Katilin listens to all those Emo bands. People, Emo does not equal Goth! It does Not! NOT! Never! Ever! Say that it does! She listens to From First to Last and this other band and she gave my friend a list of all of the “Good ‘Goth’ Bands” to listen to. I looked at the list and said, “You listen to the bands you want to, not the ones she tells you to.”

I have also found another reason to ‘dislike’ the kids, mainly girls, at my school. Recently, we have started writing poems in my Literature class. All the girl’s poems are about boyfriends and stuff! I mean, really! It’s so annoying.


That’s all I’m going to post for now.

"Bat Country" Avenged Sevenfold

He who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.

I tried to drive all through the night,
The heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

As I adjust to my new sights the rarely tired lights will take me to new heights.
My hand is on the trigger I'm ready to ignite.

Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right.
Mental fiction follows me; show me what it's like to be set free.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today.

Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
we look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

So sorry you're not here
I've been tame too long my visions so unclear
Now take a trip with me
But don't be suprised when things aren't what they seem

I've known it from the start
These good ideas will tear you're brain apart
Scared but you can follow me
I'm too weird to live but much too rare to die

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