Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Sept 3, 2012 23:55:03 GMT -5
August 2nd, 2012
Well, I suppose keeping a journal won't be horrible. Letting out the feelings I usually never convey will be a good thing, I think. Well, here's a story I can start off with. I believe this all started around 10 in the morning...
I was making my way to the grocery store, and little did I know everybody was participating in 'Piss off Aimeric Day'. First, I enter the grocery store. I'm not feeling too bad. I was not in a foul mood, nor was I in a good mood. Just a... I suppose a mood that lacked emotions, if that makes sense. Once I had entered, I ran into an old lady in her scooter. Well, actually, I didn't bump into her. She ran over my foot with her electric scooter. My toe's still bleeding. And from what she told me, I suppose I 'Looked like I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed'. How rude. Then, once I grabbed my basket and headed to the vegetable department of the store.. Some lady stole a green pepper from my basket, presuming I wouldn't notice. 'Oh no, there's no more green peppers. Let me just steal from this guy, he won't mind.'. Lovely. Thank you so much, woman. I appreciate your selfless thoughts. I thought everything bad that could happen that day was over, and then... THEN. I go to the check out counter, and some lady walks up with two items in her hands. She asks me if she can go ahead of me because she's in a rush. Reluctantly, I tell her to go right ahead. It wouldn't be so bad, right? She was only carrying two items. Oh, no. Her husband comes right over with a full to the top shopping cart. At least 55 items. Definitely no less. Those are twenty minutes of my life I can never get back.
What did I ever do to the world? Yes, I'm rude, but 99 percent of the world's humans are imbeciles. They deserve it. This is why I don't have friends. I don't >need< friends. Why would I even want friends? They would all be a useless waste of my time. And I don't talk to my family. My family despises me, because I'm different from all of them. Excuse me for not bragging and flaunting my money. I'm a humble man, always have been. I don't plan on ever changing, and anyone can try to change me, but nobody will succeed. I don't plan on ever having a wife or kids. It would be very nice, but I doubt it will happen. The world is a cruel place, and I think God intended for me to be alone. I don't need anyone, and I never will... I'll live by myself for the rest of my life, and never seek out a relationship of any sort. If I try to, I will end up hurt every time. I'm too ugly to find a woman who would love me, anyways. I'm absolutely repulsive on the outside, I have no doubt of it. My mother always called me a, 'handsome young man', but I will never believe it's true.
I think I'll stop myself here before I go on for hours. Because I already think this journal was a good idea.
~Aimeric J. Devereux.
Well, I suppose keeping a journal won't be horrible. Letting out the feelings I usually never convey will be a good thing, I think. Well, here's a story I can start off with. I believe this all started around 10 in the morning...
I was making my way to the grocery store, and little did I know everybody was participating in 'Piss off Aimeric Day'. First, I enter the grocery store. I'm not feeling too bad. I was not in a foul mood, nor was I in a good mood. Just a... I suppose a mood that lacked emotions, if that makes sense. Once I had entered, I ran into an old lady in her scooter. Well, actually, I didn't bump into her. She ran over my foot with her electric scooter. My toe's still bleeding. And from what she told me, I suppose I 'Looked like I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed'. How rude. Then, once I grabbed my basket and headed to the vegetable department of the store.. Some lady stole a green pepper from my basket, presuming I wouldn't notice. 'Oh no, there's no more green peppers. Let me just steal from this guy, he won't mind.'. Lovely. Thank you so much, woman. I appreciate your selfless thoughts. I thought everything bad that could happen that day was over, and then... THEN. I go to the check out counter, and some lady walks up with two items in her hands. She asks me if she can go ahead of me because she's in a rush. Reluctantly, I tell her to go right ahead. It wouldn't be so bad, right? She was only carrying two items. Oh, no. Her husband comes right over with a full to the top shopping cart. At least 55 items. Definitely no less. Those are twenty minutes of my life I can never get back.
What did I ever do to the world? Yes, I'm rude, but 99 percent of the world's humans are imbeciles. They deserve it. This is why I don't have friends. I don't >need< friends. Why would I even want friends? They would all be a useless waste of my time. And I don't talk to my family. My family despises me, because I'm different from all of them. Excuse me for not bragging and flaunting my money. I'm a humble man, always have been. I don't plan on ever changing, and anyone can try to change me, but nobody will succeed. I don't plan on ever having a wife or kids. It would be very nice, but I doubt it will happen. The world is a cruel place, and I think God intended for me to be alone. I don't need anyone, and I never will... I'll live by myself for the rest of my life, and never seek out a relationship of any sort. If I try to, I will end up hurt every time. I'm too ugly to find a woman who would love me, anyways. I'm absolutely repulsive on the outside, I have no doubt of it. My mother always called me a, 'handsome young man', but I will never believe it's true.
I think I'll stop myself here before I go on for hours. Because I already think this journal was a good idea.
~Aimeric J. Devereux.
