The Baffled King

The Minor Fall & The Major Lift
2002-01-28 02:18:09 (UTC)

To You, the Reader

I read your diaries, and I realize something so SHOCKING. I
see through most of you. The ones who moan and bitch about
how rough their lives are. How depressed they are. The
razor-blades. The middle-class oppression. Thoughts that,
if genuine, should be kept private from strangers. But
they're not. They're posted on public diaries. What does
that say?

Some of you people are fucking pathetic. No, not in a way
that would command and deserve symapthy and understanding.
No, that's your goal. Anyone who goes LOOKING for sympathy
doesn't deserve it. They deserve nothing, nothing besides
that lonely voice in the back of their head that reminds
them of the futility of feeling sorry for themselves.

I've read many, and I have a hard time really seeing any of
you. I know people who are just like many of you. And I
don't pay any attention to them. No one is hopeless. Not
ever. But people who try and put themselves in that
position lend themselves to their children... not cool,
guys, not cool.

Get over it. If you feel like shit, talk about it. But talk
about it to people you WON'T be damaging, people who can't
really help you without getting hurt themselves.

And don't expect sympathy and solutions when you're
imposing yourself. Just don't.

And to those who are still reading and are scoffing/rolling
their eyes/calling me a jaded fuck, listen up; I, myself
became a victim of someone who was damaging and imposing. I
will not let it happen to anyone else, ever again.

Purple Monk.... oh, forget it, it's wasted on you.




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