Dear Stupid Journal,
Today was the best day ever! Well, at first it wasn't great at all, but my day ended wonderfully! But, I must start from the beginning of my day.
Well, since it was a stupid weekend, I was watching TV, and peacefully eating a bowl of clams. Well, I WAS eating peacefully until that stupid blue girl barged into my house. She sat down and changed the stupid channel…she was watching some anime show, I think. Well, anyway, I took the remote from her hand and told her to leave my presence, of course. She just giggled and said, "Okay! I'll leave you some presents!" Gosh, she is dumb. I threw a clam at her, but she ate it! And it had already been on the floor for about a half hour! Ugh.
I was about to kick her out of my house myself, but an evil idea was forming in my brain. I sent for my hamster to take Charlotte and lock her in the spare room…the one where I keep about ten of my fiends…some of the biggest, monstrous fiends I own. I've never used them before against her because…well, let's just say they'll eat ANYTHING…or anyone. Including myself, which is a huge problem. So, when my hamster locked the girl in the room, I felt proud of myself. Charlotte was finally dead. That is, that's what I thought.
About an hour later, I heard a faint "Tee-hee!" from the locked spare room. I cautiously opened the door…and there she was! The stupid blue girl! And ALONE. How was this possible, I will never know. They most likely ate each other, stupid fiends. So, I was so angry that I threw a punch at her face. It hit her, and I could see the blood streaming down her face. I must have an iron fist; I didn't know I could punch THAT hard. I narrowed my eyes and smiled as I saw the little girl's eyes sparkle with tears. She cried silently as her sad eyes met my satisfied ones. She sniffed a few times and asked, "Did you MEAN to do that?" I nodded. Charlotte ran out of the room. She even ran out of my house. I was content.
But, I have one problem. What is this feeling that is gnawing at my heart? Is it guilt? NO. That's impossible! But…whenever I flashback to that scene, I can't smile, and I can almost feel the pain that Charlotte is feeling…inside. No. I'm probably just tired. Yawn. Good night, stupid journal.
-Vendetta