Note: Most of this was inspired by Raven Evil Weasel Mistress's Letters from fangirls. She is brilliant and I love her humorous stories. The thought was that people write so many letters to Jhonen, wouldnt it be funny if a few of them wanted to be him? Something I really do not doubt...He could start a successfull cult if he wanted to. And mabey if he updated his livejournal a bit more, but im sure he has his reasons. And should we really be interested in his life as much as his work? It just seems a bit dissrespectfull the way Ive seen people act, Gir fans reciting quotations like its the bibble or something. Nnny fans overusing the words moose, spork, and shaming the comic. It really is insane.

Dear Diary,

My life...is so empty right now. I think I am going to kill myself, because my bleak existence in this place is so...horible

"HEY! Michelle! Does horrible have one R or two?" A girl of 15 was sitting on the ground, absentmindedly chewing on a pen. In her hands she held a small pink book, with random anime doodles covering the front.

"Uhh, I think its only got one. Why?"

"Oh no reason. Im just writeing in my diary about how my day went."

She didnt notice the pen had exploded in her mouth, and black ink now coated her lips and tounge. "Your day was horrible?" The tall blonde woman raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Well, its your day is about to get even worse." She pointed to her face, her lower jaw now crimsion black. "GOD DAMMIT!" She spit angirly and ran to the bathroom. Michelle could hear her cursing and swearing over the running water, nothing new. Countless times she had warned her about her pen chewing habits.

"You okay Amy?" She opend her black purse and extracted some makup, smothering her skin with it while she waited. Checking the mirror, she siged and tried unsucessfully to hide the zits with pale coverup. Finnaly, when Amy returned, only a faint color of gray remained stained on her chin. "Gimmie that when your done, alright?"

"Yeah yeah, but I still have to do my eyeliner."

"Hurry or my brother wont drive us to the mall."

Their flat conversation of makup and malls drifted down the hallway and through the door to a small bedroom. Inside an older boy of 17 lay on his bed, feet kicking in the air behind him while he read his favorite comic. He rolled his eyes at their idle conversation and reached over to turn on the stereo, making a angry noise as he did so. A second later a mellow song rolled out of the speakers and filled the room, its lyrics slow and sad. Not exactly what he had wanted to listen to, but it drowned out the two bimbos in the next room. He shrugged and flipped the page, aparently enjoying the dialouge the small book portrayed.

After a while, he began to hum along with the tune. His eyes got cloudy and drifted to the open window. The soft piano melody made his fingers twitch to play. Yet he still remained on the bed, not quite ready to leave the comfort of his room, not quite ready to face reality yet. He closed his eyes and moved the book aside, resting his head in its place on the pillow. He wasnt ready to get up and drive his sister to the mall, he wasnt ready to listen to them complain of the condition of his car. It was moments like these, relaxed moments of peace that he treasured. Times when he could think, and his head war swarming with thoughts.

When the song ended, another one started up. It was a custom CD, and this one was fast paced with guitars and computerized beeps and incerpts. He rolled on his back, resting his arm over his eyes. "I cant wait for you to shut me up and make me hip like bad ass" He sang along with the song; it was one of his favorites.

"VIRGIN EARS!" His thoughts were interupted by his little sister, tromping into his room with her friend.

"What?"

"I said, I have virgin ears! So please watch your language!"

"Oh please, your ears are the only part of you thats virgin. What do you want?"

"Uh, HELLOO! Earth to Mark, you said you would drive us!"

"Oh...right..."

He had compleatly forgotten about the mall, absorbed in his thoughts and his music. Reluctantly, he got up and streatched. "What were you doing anyway?" Amy said, folding her arms as if it was the end of the world. "Reading."

"Please, people who read are so stupid." Michell flipped her blonde hair and laughed.

"Yeah if you say so. Go get in the car."

Note: Not quite in the meat of the story yet, sorry folks. Try next chapter... OH and the music he was listening to in his room, the first song was supposed to be Gary Jules Mad World, its such a beutifull song, and the second one was Mindless Self Indulgence's Shut Me Up. And now that I remember it, I do beleive Jhonen Directed a music Vidio for that very song. And It it THE MOST AMAZEING thing ive EVER SEEN EVER!