I don't care. I'm indifferent. I'm different and peculiar! Do you care? No one does so why should I care for them? If no one cares for you then why on earth should you treat them with respect as well? That is why there is injustice. Because it's hard to be so kind because people abuse your kindness!
TO ALL THE POPULAR KIDS WHO DESPISE ME AND WHO SPREADS RUMORS ABOUT ME AND MY FRIENDS AND WHO MAKES FUN OF ME AND MY FRIENDS AND FOR ALL OF YOU FREAKS...
you think you're getting attention by making fake rumors about us? Well let me tell you something:
YOU ARE NOT BULLETS BUT AIR! YOU ARE NOT BULLETS SHOT IN MY HEAD OR SHARP THINGS PIERCED THROUGH ME! YOU ARE AIR THAT PASSES THROUGH ME!
who do you think you are?
Not because I'm hanging out with weird friends means something (whatever you're thinking). Sure, I AM weird but we're all weird in our own way. You guys can perform gymnastic moves like cartwheel and split or back flip- THAT IS SO WEIRD! Others can cook as if they're gourmets, others are so girly that when they scream it is so infuriating. To have that infuriating voice like yours is so WEIRD! Our talents makes us weird but why are we so proud of it? A freak is someone who does something unusual because most people in the world don't do it.
Ahh, I know why you guys hate me so. Because I'M SO TALENTED! >.<
I am someone who you can never be and no matter how hard you try to copy me, you'll never end up to be me. Because I am MYSELF. I LOVE MYSELF BECAUSE I AM PECULIAR. You guys are so normal. Not that there's something wrong with being normal but I'd rather be idiosyncratic than to be like everyone else.
I am strong. You cannot defeat me. You cannot destroy me not even when I am dead. Exterminate, annihilate, execute or neutralize me, I show you no weakness or fear. My enemies hate me because I do not give up nor show any traces of fear of you. Why should I be afraid of someone like YOU? I think YOU're afraid of someone like ME.
People, when you insult me, send me angry notes, mock me, copy me and try to be me (but its futile, I know right?), talk the way I talk, stare the way I stare or hold a pen like I do, the anger and the hatred lives inside me. Why don't you be yourselves? Don't you love yourselves? Liars. You vain liars. And its the hatred that makes me stronger. So if you plan to exterminate me, never make me angry. And don't even try to make me miserable. Nothing helps. I'm strong. There is nothing you can do anymore. You losers, you'll never win the game called life.