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    dots Submission Name: Brittanydots
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    Author: ViCiOuSWrItEr
    ASL Info:    18/Female/Desolate
    Elite Ratio:    3.97 - 890/865/108
    Words: 498
    Class/Type: Story/Serious
    Total Views: 851
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       I wrote this for a girl at my school, I want to welcome her to "the other side".


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    dotsBrittanydots
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    "Wow" I thought as I glanced around at the mindless crocks gathered together to assimilate a massive plan of absolutely nothing. Critisizing a soul, that possibly deep down is a real person. "Why is she so dumb?" One of the dead cells asked. She is a girl, who pleads attention, my theory, questions in unintelligence, possibly to come up with a conversation, to be noticed. How long are you noticed if you ask a question that even merely sounds intellectual??? Perhaps someone will answer, in a snotty tone, and then you're nothing, simply because you baffled their immature minds. It's not difficult to be real, it's difficult to convert to real from something so fake, something played out so long. Unfortunately, her intentions slide by as trivial, better yet, unknown. But I will never grasp the reason for refusing an ability. I like to think everyone is someone, so if you're wondering, this is unbiased opinions from my "deranged mentality". Is it so that it's deranged? Do you really think that? Or is it because I'm not afraid to be myself? I like to think it's the second. What is it about the attention that you enjoy so much? Especially the wrong kind of attention that you attain. Is there a wrong attention? Again, my opinion leads to yes, there is a wrong attention, look around you, fuck, you're soaking it up! Do you like what you are? Do you struggle just to get there? What if the world was perfect, and the only thing you had to worry about was your trail of thought? Suggest we all were "different", ourselves for a change, wouldn't you have more fun, perhaps a little more conflict, but aren't you bored without useful ideas? It's ok to laugh, and it's ok to cry, but what are you laughing or crying about? Who are your friends? Are they really? I know only so many real people, right now I could say there is atleast one real person kiling himself, cutting himself up and apart because he is so sick to death of this synthetic universe. Is it deadly to be yourself, NO, it is deadly to conform to the world around you. So, basically, I am asking, whare are you in life right now? What does your life mean to you??? Stop listening to the people around you, they only make your brain more numb to insult and disgust. Remember what I said there's only so few who are real, they fight, and they die, perhaps if there were more there wouldn't be such a fight. I attempt to sew shut the mouths of the humans that dwell around me, but for now, all I can do is respect myself. I'm used to receiving none, and try like hell to prevail.




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      Always respect yourself before trying to respect others. Girls like this don't deserve any time. So, just tell her to walk. Walk and keep walking. Some people worry too much about others. Some just gossip too much. Some are just plain stupid. And then some are so smart that they come off stupid. This girl...I'd have to meet her to catagorize her. lol

    Great job expressing yourself.

    Alicia
    | Posted on 2005-02-15 00:00:00 | by Munchie_1226 | [ Reply to This ]
      It is so easy to get so used to being fake that one is blinded and honestly feels they are being their real self. How is that possible? Take fads for instance. One new style can come out and this particular girl can see and respond with "oh God, that is awful!" but when her bestfriend buys just that piece of clothing, she automatically changes her mind to fit in. Why? It's an instinct. Reflex. When one gets used to that, it is quite hard to adjust to being real. I can't sit here and tell you that I am real all the way from the inside to the out. Because I catch myself not being myself a lot. That's when I have to do a self-check. Ask myself "do I really act like that?" That's when my personality switches over to it's true self. Thank you for sharing this with us. With me. It is quite thought-provoking and is definitely something we all should constantly be reminded of.
    | Posted on 2004-12-08 00:00:00 | by slickviper097 | [ Reply to This ]
      Hey girl im glad ive already gotten the chance to read this so it dont take too long b4 the bell rings n e ways i hope it changed Brittany or opens her eyes more to things..shes a great person deep inside no matter how she acts i suppose!
    | Posted on 2004-12-08 00:00:00 | by grinninggashes | [ Reply to This ]


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