I Hate My Life
By: Polaris N'reath
Disclaimer:I do not own, nor have I ever owned InuYasha or any of its characters. Rumiko Takahashi owns it. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. However, all original characters and plot lines are mine.
Summary: Sesshoumaru's teenaged life is all but going down the drain, when his father forces him to therapist who in turn suggests that he write in a dairy to relieve him of his dark, angsty stress. But with evil half brothers and ketchup craving not really best friends what is he to do? Be prepared for lots of swearing and ketchup. AU
Chapter One
First Entry: I hate my life.
I hate my life.
It's such an expressive sentence; it reveals the inner and most dark feelings of a person. The self loathing that lies within the sinister corners of our hearts, the hate that is created by a range of spread out factors that assume the worst possible position to make themselves difficult with or without our help. Blah. Blah. Blah. Insert more emo/wannabe smart comments here.
But before you start assuming stupid shit about my character, I want you to know a few things. Well three things really- assuming you're not some brainless idiot who can't even remember the number one. Then again people like that are so common it seems it's pointless to suppose anything without making myself seem like an airhead.
One, I don't hate my life, dislike maybe, but not hate... well at least not yet. But I do hate the people around me; my father, step mother, my half brother a.k.a the one and only dog face Inuyasha, my 'supposed' best friend- Jaken, (who can be more or less be referred to as the loser who follows me) although this only applies when the fucking tard puts ketchup in my morning tea. I swear the green loving midget has some kind of ketchup fetish. And stupid people- I won't name all the people I find dumb because the list is and will always be infinitely filled with infidels.
Two, I really don't know why I'm even writing in this stupid book. I guess maybe it's supposed to make me relaxed and all that fancy bull shit.
Fucking lies, I tell you. All of it is bunch of expensive bullshitting lies.
And three- I hate that damn bitch. The same bitch that is looming over my shoulder, with her plastic surgery enhanced nose puffing nasty idiot infested air down my neck. Yeah you, you fucking whore. I know you're reading this; did you actually think I was writing my emotional needs in this wasted tree corpse? Don't look all surprised you fucking idiot, keep on dreaming.
A/N: If anyone likes it, feel free to drop a comment. I have two other chapters finished, but I want to see if anyone is interested in this first.
