Nythera

-sigh- For $%&@'s sake, people. Not. Helping.

You guys are horrible. Thanks for not taking me seriously. Full of tact, aren't you all? I really don't appreciate the joking on this- I'm dead serious. Thanks to all those that gave good advice, and to all those that didn't... Just because you think you're funny doesn't mean you are. Especially not right now. Go be funny elsewhere- I don't need that crap.

Life sucks- I know from experience. Mine only keeps getting worse.. I'm depressed, I'm paranoid, and I can't seem to find a single damn reason to live. But 'life is what it is', as Chase says, 'if you don't like it, go die'. I'm not gonna die, but my life is messed up. <------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> Things have gotten bad for me... I yelled at my brother for offering me food so much that I got hoarse. I threw a glass full of chocolate milk at the wall. I have refused to leave my room for the past thirteen days except for necessary functions. I burst out crying because my boyfriend said 'I'm sorry' too much. I am, for some stupid reason, currently deathly afraid of being touched by other humans. <------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> What am I going to do? I think I'm seriously going insane. What do you readers suggest I do? Since you don't take me seriously, I don't want your damn help anymore.

Hahaha... Because there, people will appreciate my work. Because there no one can tell me what the $%&@ I can and can't do. And because my low self-esteem and current state of depression make everything hurt more. -N

I got a fanfiction.net account- you'll be able to find me there. My pen name is Xanadira, and I don't have anything posted yet. I'll tell you here when I post something there, in case you're interested in reading it. Anyway, to all you fanfic haters- happy now?

I use Pandora, Slacker, and Grooveshark. They all meet my needs.

Kottan got off the plane, holding her boyfriend's hand in a death grip. "Kott. Kottie. KOTTAN LYNDEXER!!!" He shouted her name, hoping to startle her into loosening her grip. It worked and as she looked around, Sephan nursed his injured hand. She spotted the car and beckoned to her sister and boyfriend to get in it with her. She didn't want to be alone.

"Nice place, Presidente- I'd like to request a private meeting, if that's all cool with you."

As soon as Kottan heard about the civil war, she penned this letter: [i]To Both The Warring Parties: I side with neither of you... And I intend to leave the nation until things are more relaxed or I side with one of you. I am very sorry to see this happen, but there is nothing I can do; I do not rule here. As The Funky Republic of Puerto Rico has opened its doors to refugees, I will be going there. I shall inform you both should I return here. You know how I can be reached- if you need to contact me for anything, or to request my return for some reason, feel free to do so. My hope is that this is resolved with little bloodshed.[/i] [img]http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/176/2570B7861E2EFE4C9C629912DF9B6F78.png[/img] Kottan left the letter on the desk in her office, pulled her cell phone from her pocket, called her sister and said, "Ayo, get ready to leave. We're not staying in this nation." She hung up, tears in her eyes, her heart aching. She had hoped this would never happen, but it had. A single tear dripped to the marble floor on which she stood before she wiped her eyes and walked away.