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An Existence.

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A broken soul
A shattered memory
Just...
A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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9/20/2007 09:34:00 PM

I hate short entries... and i know readers love them.

I hate the world, and i know they hate me too. They hate my pride when i despise theirs.

I just need my own space for my own dimension to exist.. I'm already trying so hard not to cease from existence in this world.. Must they all do this to me? Am i really redundant?

Tsk.. pathetic. If you set the rules to something, then you'd jolly well stick to it and not make everyone else abide by it. I'm no multi-tasker, neither am i some eternal robot.

If being nice to humans would equate to me being manipulated, then i'd rather not co-exist with them. We're different races altogether and that we can't get along with each other anyway.

I have already lived alone for the past few weeks at work; it wouldn't hurt if i lived alone this way in my own habitat as well.

Pay attention fools... I have no tolerance towards childishness and blame-shifting; i despise those who betray or cheat on others. If my kind soul is what you savages feast upon, then face my wrath as time prevails!!