Journal Of a Pessimist

Journal Of a Pessimist

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I'm Lisa. Ok, well not really- but I'll call myself Lisa for the sake of it, so I'm Lisa for all you know. I don't love life, I'm not going to fall in love- I'm actually a human being; However I think I'm practically an alien compared to everyone I know. *** Lisa is a downer, she sees the bad things in everything. Her views on life are 'say whatever the hell you feel like saying because I hope I'm not going to be around for the repercussions tomorrow'. Her journal is her warning, her way of telling someone how bad the world really is; The thing is, sometimes discerning cold hard reality from unessential pessimism is hard. Her journal is here, it's up to you to decide what is to believe and what's not.
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"I still never said it. And besides that, you're not listing the basics of the relationship. We need rules and agreements. When is it over?" "We'll have a deal," I told her. "You commit wholeheartedly to us being in a fake relationship, and I'll continue to tutor you." "That's great," She said impassively. "But when does this end?" She looked between us. "When I'm sitting at a hundred, or when you win your girlfriend back?" "I'm not necessarily saying I want her back," I said. "We're just doing this for the fun of it. I can't really put a timing on it." She was quiet a moment before impulsively agreeing. "Fine," She gave a shrug. "Although, I will have to say, I feel bad for you." "Why do you feel bad for me?" "I can't be your Juliet."

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