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So my mom and I are back on track. We have been for the last day or so. My "plan" didn't work so well. It's hard to be really bitchy for a lengthy period of time. I don't think I'm emotionally capable of being that horrible. I kind of wish I was though. I mean, I have done it once before when I broke up with the "clique" I was in. I basicallly shelled myself in, I didn't talk(i know hard to believe) and when I did I was either short/curt or snide and bitchy. Frankly, I was miserable but someone told me that the best revenge is to be happy because the people who hurt you know that you didn't need them and you're much happier now that you've left them.
Anyway last night I though "Why hasn't anything happened to me yet?" I mean, I've always thought that I would be in a story. In some grand adventure where I would save the day, undergo a deep tragedy and then overcome it, suceed where others have failed against undefeatable odds, or even get invovled with some amazing hottie on my adventure then deny him or fall helplessly in love with him in the end. It hasn't happened nor will it ever will. In the world today, people can't be saved by someone like me. To save someone nowadays you need to be unbelievably wealthy and powerful. I don't have that. I could possibly write about it if I could write that type of material, all the things I intend to be serious somehow end up commical and vice versa.
Ah, well. No crusade for me. No adventure. No magic. Just reality. I hate it.
Anyway last night I though "Why hasn't anything happened to me yet?" I mean, I've always thought that I would be in a story. In some grand adventure where I would save the day, undergo a deep tragedy and then overcome it, suceed where others have failed against undefeatable odds, or even get invovled with some amazing hottie on my adventure then deny him or fall helplessly in love with him in the end. It hasn't happened nor will it ever will. In the world today, people can't be saved by someone like me. To save someone nowadays you need to be unbelievably wealthy and powerful. I don't have that. I could possibly write about it if I could write that type of material, all the things I intend to be serious somehow end up commical and vice versa.
Ah, well. No crusade for me. No adventure. No magic. Just reality. I hate it.