Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

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I was bullied in school.
So my parents took me out for a few years.
Looking back.
That was probably one of their worse ideas.

But you can't blame them.
They didn't know what to do with me.
It wasn't their fault I creeped everyone out.

And you can't blame me either.

Well okay I suppose you can.

But everyone was just so interesting.

My mom always kept me inside.
My parents didn't really know anyone, and we didn't really live in the kind of neighborhood that got together for barbecues every saturday.

So when kindergarten came around I was fascinated with the way the other kids acted.

And some times they were just so funny.

This one time - seriously laugh with me here - this one time some girl fell off the monkey bars.
She landed wrong and ended up breaking something.
She was screaming and howling and crying like a banshee!
It was hilarious!

Everyone quickly gathered around her.
Running up, asking her if she was okay.

I mean come on.
Of cooourse she wasn't alright!
She might have even been bleeding internally for all we knew.
She could've been dying.
And all they could do was ask her if she was okay.

What a laugh.

But then I made the mistake of chuckling out loud, and suddenly from that point on I was number one.

But really, when someone is stupid enough to hang upside down from a slick bar, with ONE LEG. What can you expect?
She was asking for it, and frankly it amused me.

Karma is one of my few close friends by the way.

She understands me, and we get along swell.