The Broken Mind of an Outcast (frerard)

An Unforgivable World

"Gerard!! It is terribly rude to not answer when someone is speaking to you!" the woman said angrily.

She must of been new around here. I gave up talking years ago. I see no point in talking if no one will listen to what you have to say.

The woman seemed to get angrier, "Gerard!! I told you to answer when someone is speaking to you!"

I couldn't help but to laugh. Has anyone not told this stupid bitch about me??

It was quite obviously that she took offense, she stormed out of the room.

I then heard my birthgiver getting yelled at by the woman. The yelling then stopped and the woman ran out the door.

My birthgiver then entered the room, "Oh Gerard, I don't know what to do with you anymore, Nobody will tutor you." She sighed.

My birthgiver always had sad eyes. Whenever she looked at me I could always tell she had given up all hope in me. I felt sorry for her. My spermdonor always looked at me in disgust. He hated me. I think he sees what I'm doing to my birthgiver. He loves her very dearly.

But I hate them both.

I have found no use in my life. I feel I am a waste of air. I could never forgive this world for ever putting me on this planet. This horrible place. Everybody has a purpose except me. I'm worthless.

But I would never ever think of suicide. I'm not a coward. My name and that word in the same sentence frightens me too much.

I feel the only person that should be on this planet is Mikey. He's the only good person. But I can't say I love him. Because I don't.

Sad isn't it?

I don't recall ever feeling love for anyone. It saddens me deeply. That I might never find true love. Its not like anyone would like me anyway.

My last girlfriend was in kindergarden. But I just dated her because for lunch she brought me doritos.

Jeremy had told me himself that I would never find love. He said and I quote

"You're a cold, heartless person with no love in his body whatsoever, I pity you Gerard." Right when he said 'pity' I threw a punch. I broke his nose. I don't agree with what he said. I do love something. And thats art and music.

Anybody who wants to get involoved with me should know that I can't stand the word 'pity'. Pity is a terrible feeling. Nobody wants people to feel bad for them. Especially me.

"Gerard!" My spermdonor yelled, "Its late I'll drive you to school."

Oh dear, I have almost forgotten about that hellhole. I quickly got dressed in my usual school uniform. I fixed my long black hair and applyed a thin layer of eyeliner. Then I ran to his car.

"Gerard, You should learn how to look more appropriate," He sighed, "Makeup is not appropriate for men to wear." I ignored him and went on with my life of no purpose. We drove past many streets until we reached the Hellhole. I groaned and got out of the car.

Welcome to the Hellhole.