TITLE: Pathetic.
AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Don't ask. Blame Tam g
SPOILER: The Prom, Graduation Day, S4 rumours
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)



Okay. This is the plan.

I have exactly one hour to write this stupid Time Capsule thing, and I guess I'd better do it pretty quick. This is the sorriest excuse for a final I've ever heard of, but who ever said college was supposed to make sense? Oz, actually, but what does he know? His hair is orange right now.

Anyways, I can't believe I've gotta do this thing. And I can't believe they're actually going to send letters to our homes or our families or whatever so that we all (like any of us will) come dig the damn thing up in ten years and see what is still relevant in the twenty-first century. You know what'll still be relevant for me??

I'll still be a Slayer.

I'll still live with my mother.

I'll still love Angel with all of my heart and we will still be apart. Giles will still be a Watcher, Faith will still be crazy, and Xander and Cordelia will probably be divorced from each other three or four times.

I don't know where Oz and Willow will be, because lately, I don't know what either of them is thinking. I was more than a little upset when I found out about Oz and Anya, even though I guess it was to be expected, I was bothered by it.

I'm bothered by Willow dreaming about Spike, too. I'm bothered by vampires in general.

I mean, why do vampires have to be so sexy? Why do they have to invade our lives and fall in love with us?

Why do they have to be the most amazing men in the world, and also the most forbidden?

I hate vampires.

I hate love.

I hate computers.

And now, I've spent all this time thinking about Angel instead of typing. Would you believe that instead of two pages about my life, I've managed to scroll four pages of his name? God, I'm pathetic.

I give up.

That's it.

That is my letter for the new millennium.

I am a pathetic person.

And when I'm dead, someone will dig up the damned Time Capsule and see that Buffy Anne Summers was a pathetic excuse for a life form who couldn't make herself get off her dead ass and tell everyone around her to screw themselves so she could be with the man she really wanted to be.

Yep, that's me.

Pathetic.