2001-09-27 - 12:57 a.m.
I am feeling... 
"Live with this."
Greetings and salutations.....
Alright. Al-fucking-right. You know who you are, and this one is for you.
How *dare* you act like such selfish human beings?! How *dare* you flaunt your pettiness and your "togetherness" all in the same sentence?! What is *with* this little bubble of a world you have created?! Have you ever pulled your head out of your ass and stepped outside your sheltered little bubble world, only to discover a world that you will never fit into, because you spent so much time fitting into your little high school circle of friends?!
It's called the *real world*, darlings, so just *fuck off* and join it, if you have the balls.
You think you have left, or that you are experiencing life... let me assure you... YOU'RE NOT. There is no way that the shit you all try to pull could be considered experiencing life. You are a bunch of losers, liars, assholes, and most of all, **posers**. You are so fucking *pathetic*. You all make me so fucking *sick*.
I do not resent the fact that you have shunned me from your own little world. Far from it. You can *take* your little worthless existences and shove them right up your ass, just to keep your heads company. Have none of you realized that you are going *nowhere*?! That's right. You are stuck in the same town, the same rut, and the same behavioral patterns that you have been for as long as I've known you, and you will never *ever* change.
Think about *that*.
You talk of some great and exciting future, all these plans and schemes, and for what?! Another boring night at home, online, doing the same old shit day after day, night after night. *I* have left home. *I* have run head-on into real life. *I* have evolved, whereas you are stuck somewhere back in your freshman year of high school.
You may mock me behind my back, and you may ignore my presence all you want until I come home... you may even think what I'm saying is complete bullshit. But I dare you- sit down and look at your life, and you will realize something. It's not my words that's bullshit- IT'S YOUR LIFE.
Live with *that*.
I'm already gone.
~*~Piper~*~
P.S. If you don't think it's you... it's not you. If you think it's you... it's still not you. The people who this is directed to do not have the link to my diary, but I just needed to rage a bit. Just to clear up any confusion, and save all my friends who will invariably think it is about them a lot of time and effort in not writing comments about me in their journals.