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1. Who Knows

I dont know why. Ever since I can remember, I've had a terrible hatred for everything and everyone. A pure loathing for life itself, in fact. That's why I try to keep myself away from everyone, I suppose. I've never had any friends, I just mind my business, hating everyone without anyone even having knowledge of it. I hate my own parents, and they think I'm the happiest kid ever. They're all so clueless. Clueless to life, clueless to the whole reason we're here. God is messing with us--watching us like bugs. When we have a hard time, he just laughs. But I suppose if I told this to those people who love God, they would probally smite me. But I never talk to anyone anyways. Anyone.

If I had any friends, I'd probally depress them so bad they'd want to kill themselves. So I guess never talking to anyone is actually saving lives. But I don't really care, everyone can die and go to hell for all I care.

As I was thinking all of this, suddenly a blonde, cheery looking girl bumped into me. "Oops, sorry!" she says with a laugh, not even paying attention. I watched as she scampered off with her prep friends. But for some reason, I didn't feel hatred. I didn't think 'Dumbass, watch where your going'. I felt warm inside--not hating for the first time since I could remember.

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Author Notes- Yeah I know this sounds like a cheesy love story. But seriously, I'm trying, so blargh. w Anyways, sorry its short, but its mostly just an introduction. So yeahs. Please comment, if ya think it sucks I'll just stop. But don't be all mean to me, because as I said, I'm trying. Byes, sorry for the rambling.

Kelsey 33