by Aura » Sun Sep 04, 2011 6:21 pm
I confess that it bugs me when you scream about how smart you are, how you are a 'walking encyclopedia' and how you are such a natural at writing and English. You're not even good at writing, and you over-use cliches and your character development is sloppy at best.
And even if you were good (which you are not, but I'd never say that to your face), I wouldn't brag about it.
I confess I'm jealous that you got chosen for that event. It was a new teacher that chose you, for heaven's sake. She doesn't even know the class! She just listened to your showing off and actually thought you were one of the decent writers in the class. And now you make me regret not showing off, and not getting picked for that.
I confess that I'm sad and hurt that everyone else obviously thought that you were a better writer than me because you got chosen. I confess I'm a little jealous. I confess that I feel guilty and envious, but there's nothing I can do.
I confess I feel sorry for you, that you need to have attention lavished on you, that you need to prove yourself to me.
Because you don't. I know you better, I think, than you think I do. Because I was you once, but I don't need to be anymore.
On Permanent Hiatus. Or, have quit. Pretty much. Might come back one day.
Have a nice day. I love you all.
RIP Aura 2009-2012



