Human Pets is really losing its appeal. As is Facebook. So if I don't get on here that often, I'm sorry. I just don't feel like it anymore. I actually would probably delete my account for HP, but I might at some later point in time want it back, and I don't want to lose my points.
Unknown "Miss Misery" Content - 16 years, 21 days ago

I give up on understanding myself fully. No one, including me, will ever do so. The closest I ever seem to get to understanding myself is in music and books. That's why I post so many lyrics on here. Because that song just strikes a chord in me, and something clicks and maybe that has something to do with who I am.
Unknown "Miss Misery" Content - 16 years, 2 months, 15 days ago

I'll tell you why I don't
Want to know where you are
I got a joke I been dying to tell you
A silent kid is looking down the barrel
To make the noise that I kept so quiet
I kept it from you, Pitseleh

I'm not what's missing from your life now
I could never be the puzzle pieces
They say that God makes problems
Just to see what you can stand
Before you do as the devil pleases
And give up the thing you love

But no one deserves it

The first time I saw you
I knew it would never last
I'm not half what I wish I was
I'm so angry, I don't think it'll ever pass
And I was bad news for you, just because
I never meant to hurt you
(Elliott Smith=love love love.)
Unknown "Miss Misery" Content - 16 years, 2 months, 27 days ago

I give up on aspiring to make a difference in the world. I give up on changing anything significantly, give up on doing anything beyond an average life. I don't give a damn about my supposed potential, the story of the rest of my life written out in five letters. Why should achieving good grades mean a damn in the real world? Why do you expect something out of me? I almost wish I could join the group of those who don't give a fuck. Those who barely make it to school, who settle for passing, and fight over stupid shit because they don't have anything better to do. I wish I could be apathetic and not give a damn, but it's not a matter of success for my future, it's a matter of survival. Sometimes I want to shake those arrogant fools, the people who only think of themselves. You have money. You can live with a menial job and feel damn good about it. I wish I had your feeling of god-given goodness, that you can just fuck up the rest of your life, and that's okay. But I'm still trying to prove myself to myself and everyone else. Be thankful you're not fighting your constant self-doubt, you ungrateful bastards. Maybe I'm being ungrateful, maybe I should just get the fuck over myself and over everything that's holding me back. Or maybe, I just got fucked over in this life, and maybe I have the right to hate your guts.
I give up on writing something noteworthy, publishable, worthy of reading. The world can't be filled with brilliant novelists and CEOs and celebrities. There has to be someone to wipe the asses of those who are up there in the elite. Thank me for my goalless life. Thank me for making a sacrifice and not struggling and trying and being bitter about my fate. Thank me, because one day I'm going to be waiting on you in a restaurant when you go out to eat with your blonde bimbo bitch who only wants you for your money, and you're celebrating some amazing goddamn achievement, like ruining hundreds of lives so you can make a few bucks more, because I'll be there to kiss your ass and pour your champagne and congratulate you. Thank me for letting you go to the top, for getting down on my fucking hands and knees so you can jump just high enough to reach that level. You wouldn't be a damn thing without us down here. Remember that, because we can destroy you. Fucking destroy you and everything you spent your pitiful life working for. Revolution, bitches.
(That was me. Rant!)
Unknown "Miss Misery" Content - 16 years, 3 months, 2 days ago

I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself. And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir?
(Not me, either. Words in a Mogwai song that apparently are from an Iggy Pop interview.)
Unknown "Miss Misery" Content - 16 years, 3 months, 2 days ago