Dear die-ary... I feel bored

Aaas you might have guessed from the title, I'm into comics, and I would call myself a bit of an otaku as well (anime/manga nerd). I don't really have that much to say about myself, so read along if you dare enter my twisted mind!

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14. bored

Yet another boring day. I gave in my papers today, and than GOD I had backed up my school work on my other USB (even though all my stories are gone). I decided to participate in the contest that came up today on movellas, the one with the song/poem. I write a lot of that stuff at school, since I got nothing better to do. Tomorrow I have to go to the dentist to get a new brace on (I have those too). It depresses me since it hurts when I get a new one on. One of my classmates said I was a whimp (I am btw) but when she got braces she was almost crying. It was so hard for me not to laugh in her face. I love when other people suffer. When they cry, having lost something or just plainly feel bad for themselves. I laugh at myself too. And I love disasters like floods and quakes. Of course I do not wish they happen, but it is always interesting when something happens for once. I am not the only one that feels this way, I do know that much. It lies within people to get thrilled when terrible stuff happens to others. It is exiting, different. Like when there was a rapist near where I live now. Even though it was terrifying it was thrilling, to live close to something awful, to get People's attention because of it. I hate myself when I do stuff like that, because it reminds me of how ordinary I am. The nurse used to Call me 'extraordinary ordinary' because I am average in everything except intellegence which I of course have to talk about. I am the average hight, weight, shoesize etc. And I haven't accomplished anything in sports, because... You know, I am lazy, so very average. I have always had this stigning feeling whenever someone gets praised. Mostly because I don't get praised. At school, even though everyone could see I had done a better job they chose to overlook it, the teacher said I could improve. I guess all those little things, those things that keeps nagging me, bothering me makes me who I am. Not that that is a good thing. Just so very average, actually.

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