...(LOOKS LIKE THAT DIDN'T WIN ME ANY POINTS WITH THE JUDGE.)"
Okay, I have half an hour.
Let's see what I can do.
For some reason, no matter WHAT I present, I'm overruled.
She just won't accept the evidence!
It's ridiculous. She was the one who told me to go find some! So I did.
And what do I get?
Denial. Denial and more denial.
It's ridiculous. I could kill somebody.
Maybe I'll kill him.
Oh, god, do I need some anger management help.
I'm so angry right now, I think I might start crying.
Everything infuriates me.
I should take some bipolar tests or something.
Since I "became friends" with her....I have no-one to vent on, because I have to keep this "friendship" going.
Urgh.
I hate people.
So much.
I hate everyone.
And everything.
This sucks.
I'm not even talking about Phoenix Wright, you idiots.
LIFE.
REAL LIFE.
It sucks.
Screw you, Phoenix, presenting evidence doesn't work.
Not at all.
Do I need to present a profile?
I wonder what game I'm in.
I've been listening to "Wonderboy" by Tenacious D recently...
Ted used to like that song. I wonder if he still does?
I remember at lunch when we'd sing "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" together....he probably doesn't even remember that.
Don't you hate it when people change?
He's a lot more full of himself now...perhaps it's because he went through puberty.
I remember watching all of Ted's Youtube videos, and how he promised to give me five dollars or something if I voted five stars on all of them...
I didn't, 'cause I was lazy...
He finished making a PW video for "Smile Like You Mean It", but I dunno if he'll ever post it.
I hope so..it was really good.
(I went to his house for a "Nerdfest" thing--really awesome, by the way--and he showed me.)
Anyways, apparently, I made Mandy sad.
But hopefully she'll get over it. I try not to be too assertive.
Robyn's yelling at me a little.
That's okay, 'cause I guess my conscience is, too.
I wonder if I have so--oh, look.
"Maybe you should let Mandy think what she wants? I dunno, let her think about it for a while?"
The more she thinks about it, the more she denies it.
But if she's reading this, then I guess I should stop talking about it.
I miss like...seventh grade and stuff.
Eighth grade sucked...
Sixth grade sucked..
Fifth grade was alright...
I actually met Mandy in fifth grade.
Poor chickadee had no friends before that.
But I'll be her friend forever.
At least, I hope so.
I can be a real horrible person, sometimes.
Or all the time.
I try to ask people, but they're so nervous I'll beat them up or something.
You know, you can't have a heart-to-heart conversation with anybody.
Ever.
Because even if it helps you, years later, they'll be making fun of you for it, and you'll laugh with them, and think it's funny, but a few days later, you'll really start to think about it again.
I'm sure that'll happen.
I hate trusting people.
I trust nobody.
I never could.
I never ever will.
I hate venting like this, too.
I might as well talk about how much I cut myself and how I have a different boyfriend every week and how my coffee is black like my soul.
Guh. This is ridiculous.
I hate you, too, internet.
Okay, I have half an hour.
Let's see what I can do.
For some reason, no matter WHAT I present, I'm overruled.
She just won't accept the evidence!
It's ridiculous. She was the one who told me to go find some! So I did.
And what do I get?
Denial. Denial and more denial.
It's ridiculous. I could kill somebody.
Maybe I'll kill him.
Oh, god, do I need some anger management help.
I'm so angry right now, I think I might start crying.
Everything infuriates me.
I should take some bipolar tests or something.
Since I "became friends" with her....I have no-one to vent on, because I have to keep this "friendship" going.
Urgh.
I hate people.
So much.
I hate everyone.
And everything.
This sucks.
I'm not even talking about Phoenix Wright, you idiots.
LIFE.
REAL LIFE.
It sucks.
Screw you, Phoenix, presenting evidence doesn't work.
Not at all.
Do I need to present a profile?
I wonder what game I'm in.
I've been listening to "Wonderboy" by Tenacious D recently...
Ted used to like that song. I wonder if he still does?
I remember at lunch when we'd sing "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" together....he probably doesn't even remember that.
Don't you hate it when people change?
He's a lot more full of himself now...perhaps it's because he went through puberty.
I remember watching all of Ted's Youtube videos, and how he promised to give me five dollars or something if I voted five stars on all of them...
I didn't, 'cause I was lazy...
He finished making a PW video for "Smile Like You Mean It", but I dunno if he'll ever post it.
I hope so..it was really good.
(I went to his house for a "Nerdfest" thing--really awesome, by the way--and he showed me.)
Anyways, apparently, I made Mandy sad.
But hopefully she'll get over it. I try not to be too assertive.
Robyn's yelling at me a little.
That's okay, 'cause I guess my conscience is, too.
I wonder if I have so--oh, look.
"Maybe you should let Mandy think what she wants? I dunno, let her think about it for a while?"
The more she thinks about it, the more she denies it.
But if she's reading this, then I guess I should stop talking about it.
I miss like...seventh grade and stuff.
Eighth grade sucked...
Sixth grade sucked..
Fifth grade was alright...
I actually met Mandy in fifth grade.
Poor chickadee had no friends before that.
But I'll be her friend forever.
At least, I hope so.
I can be a real horrible person, sometimes.
Or all the time.
I try to ask people, but they're so nervous I'll beat them up or something.
You know, you can't have a heart-to-heart conversation with anybody.
Ever.
Because even if it helps you, years later, they'll be making fun of you for it, and you'll laugh with them, and think it's funny, but a few days later, you'll really start to think about it again.
I'm sure that'll happen.
I hate trusting people.
I trust nobody.
I never could.
I never ever will.
I hate venting like this, too.
I might as well talk about how much I cut myself and how I have a different boyfriend every week and how my coffee is black like my soul.
Guh. This is ridiculous.
I hate you, too, internet.
SONG LYRICS OF THE DAY: "Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck." -- Wonderboy by Tenacious D.
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It's Axel.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
