from Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
How could I not love this man?
Say hello to the motherfucking bitches and assholes who made my entire high school life miserable by making me think I am not good enough and that their “coolness” and “popularity” earn them the right to humiliate and mock other students like me for being “boring” and “uncool”. Just because some people don’t waste their time on looks, the latest fashion trend, who hooked up with who, and pleasing others doesn’t mean that we are free to be bullied and looked down upon.
Oh and look where you all are now. Some are still backstabbing each other, spreading rumors and shit about their supposed “friends”. Some are struggling with their academic lives. Some ended up knocked up and got left by their boyfriends.
Ha. I know that I am such an evil shit for saying all these stuff, but hey, at some point, some people just had to blow out steam before they really burst and explode. So, sorry if you knew anyone in this picture. But trust me, you’ll be better off not mixing with them.
Tried reading somewhere other than my room:
Went to the living room, cannot concentrate while my mom’s talking on the phone. NOPE.
Went to my sister’s room, cannot stand Justin Bieber’s faces staring down at me from numerous posters. NOPE.
Went to the kitchen, unfortunately the smell and the noise of all the cooking distracted me. NOPE.
Finally tried going outside, in front of our house where the lighting was so nice, damn neighbor was hammering who-knows-what and my ears were bloody wringing. Plus passersby kept looking at me. First time seeing someone read?! Ugh. NOPE.
Conclusion: My room is still the best reading spot in our house. Ugh. I wanted to read outside. Effin’ neighbors. :|
OH HELLO, JERVIS. =))
My fears aren’t really deep or whatever. So here they are.
Satisfied? Hahaha.
I miss having a real friend. Like, a very close one. A friend who’d notice it whenever I feel bad and would ask, “What’s wrong?” and would actually want to listen to what I have to say.
I don’t really mind people who don’t read. Maybe they haven’t discovered the beauty of the act, or maybe they just haven’t found the right book yet. What really gets me are those people who look down upon other people who enjoy reading. I despise them for thinking that people who read books are lame. I mean, who the hell are you to tell us that doing what we love most is useless and stupid. Because honestly, I think its more lame that you consider such a mind-consuming and mind-enhancing act as worthless.
