'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!! ##:::: ##::'##.. ##:: ##.....:: =========================================== ##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #382 !! #########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !! ##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: =========================================== ##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "I Thought Ignorance Was Supposed !! ##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: To Be Bliss" !! ..:::::..::::.....::::........:: by -> Caitlin 12/25/98 !! !!========================================================================!! she said "I heard what you said about her." I said, "Fuck that. I don't care about her." She told me I was a horrible person and that no body trusts me. Yeah, well, the only two people that actually care about her somewhat don't trust me. That's because I don't like them. they're both similiar... hating life...... CONVINCED! the whole world is against them. I just wrote it off... who cares. BUT I REALLY DO CARE! DAMNIT! I'm so sick and tired of every little annoying cunt thinking I care about them enough to actually talk about them. I mean... if someone is a psychotic bitch... I'll tell them, and I'll tell other people. But Jesus Christ, why can't they let things go. I really don't want to be like them, so this is hard for me to talk about, but WHY?! Would you get offended if people that you didn't like anyway said they didn't like you for ? Would you waste the emotional effort to hate someone because they don't like you? I don't really understand it. Maybe the hating is normal... but why the constant dwelling on it? I don't like being sad... but they can't seem to like it any other way. Hell... if it's sunny out.. they lock themselves in the house to cry. If it's raining... they'll walk in the rain and complain about the lack of sun. Why the FUCK can't they come away from that shit... maybe that's why they're on about every anti-depressent available.. Okay... end of the introductory rant. Here's the start of my story.... I. Allison ========== I met her a month after I became great friends with her older sister, Annie. I knew from the first sniff of her she was trouble. After 3 days of hanging out she decided she hated me. I, worried, just ignored her, tried not to be around her... you know.. the usual. She came up to me, and started trouble! So we made up, I don't remember why. And from that point on... every week she found another fucking reason to be mad at me. Little ones... usually resulting from little selfish things I did to keep myself happy... nonetheless, little. Nothing harmful to anyone... but anyways... The only reason I ever was nice to her, repeadately was to make it easy, 'cause I didn't care about her, and to make things easier for her sister. I've determined... Allison is the epitome of ignorance, and all that good stuff that makes me not want to talk about her. II. Sarah ========= I fell in love with Sarah's simplicity the first time I saw her. Straight blonde hair, empty blue eyes, khakis, and a black tight shirt. I met her at a church (long story) and from then on we were close. We gradually grew closer and closer until I (subconciously) released how ignorant she was (I acknowledged it later on..) and in that ignorance I found some comfort. I wanted her... bad. Everything I did, in someway was to make her happy. She was my submissive, little, straight girl... that even though she held my hand wherever we went... out of fear... I could never, ever have her. There were times it looked hopeful... I remember talking to her on the phone one day, we were dating brothers at the time... and she asked me if when we broke up with them one day, if her and I could "go out" whatever that meant to her... who knows. She was always looking at some way to cling to me, closer then she already was. It gradually started with the holding of hands, moving to that point where she would kiss me, flirt, little girl like... it was weird. That's all I can say... I eventually acknowledged her ignorance. I quit calling her. I quit hanging out with her. I even ignored her calls when I saw then on my caller ID. I grew to hate, despise, abhor everything about her. In good reason, too. Once school started I pretended things were normal for simplicities sake. She wasn't worth my time anymore. III. and ======== Sarah's nice to my face. Allison isn't. Sarah hates me. Allison does, too. Sarah tells others not to trust me. As does Allison. And I don't give two shits either way. !!========================================================================!! !! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #382 - WRITTEN BY: CAITLIN - 12/25/98 !!