The Sporking Of The Eyes

I have been conned into sharing my feelings with a group of people I really don’t know that well…. It’s like 40 minutes of hell. Someone up there really hates me. I NEVER expressed any desire to “share my feelings”. I was pressured. I was conned. I feel like a loser. A soft loser. A pansy. I am a pansy. It’s like torture. I hate. I hate it with a passion. I would rather have my eyes sporked out.

My eye sporking theory is that it is easiest to spork out an eye because you just have to stab and scoop rather the drill and chisel with a fork or knife. Disturbing, I know.

I’m trying to be like the squirrel…from the White Stripes song Little Acorns. It’s not working out so well. Its actually really really bad advice. Its shit advice really.

Do not take advice from songs. It will never end well.

I am planning a protest. There is a chance I may get suspended. Is it strange that I care for all the wrong reasons. I care about what my parents will think and it makes me want to do it to show myself that I don’t care and that I can stop being afraid of being in trouble. I can get in trouble every once in awhile. I think 16 years of trying to be perfect will make up for some rebellion and delinquency…that and its for a really good cause…my rights which I love and am always willing to defend. But am I really ready to take it to that level were it becomes huge and blown up? Can I stand my ground no matter how much trouble it gets me in?

Standing My Ground (or trying to anyways)- Viola