The Diary of Mari Delrous: The Beginning of the Second
NOVEMBER 2011
CHAPTER 1: PURPLE VOID
Alone, within a void.
Purple, Unknown, Dazed, new, ancient.
Honestly,
Im not much into this whole, whats it called, “Diary stuff”. Honestly if I actually have a “Diary” I name it “Devil” Instead. Got that from my older diary in six grade. I read it not long ago. Its unbelievable on how much I’ve changed.
Oh.
You might be wondering why I call this diary and yet YOU the one reading, devil.
Well obviously…take it like this,
I could tell all these deep dark secrets to the diary and yet if anybody reads them it will just spill it out while I would be completely ticked off. Of course I name it devil! IT’S A BACKSTABBING TWITBONE. But the only good that comes of it is that maye one day when I leave this world this might be useful or entertaining for someone. Anyway not like if you read this I can stop you much, but ill ask nicely.
Please don’t read this book….or….
HAVE YOUR SOUL CURSED FOREVER LIFE!!!
Or if I know you well (Connor, Charleye,Nese, Jerred, Alex, Morra, DAD, etc anyone who would want to read this to irritate me.)
TASTE MY RAAGE!
Of course id still like you guys BUT JUST DON’T!
Didn’t you understand?
DON’T FLIP THIS PAGE.
Last chance…
I’M WARNING YOU!!!
REALLY!!
……
F*CK YOU!
Oh well….
NOVEMBER
Monday November 21st 2011
97….
By that I mean deviantart watchers.
Deviantart is like the artist social network. People post drawings, photos, videos, painting etc, on it and its real awesome you can get favorites which are when other artists take your work and add it to a file, pretty much a way to say they like it, What’s even better are watchers kind of like followers on other websites. It means they watch what you do, whenever you post something they’ll get notifications about it on da so they can see it and fave it. And it truly means they’re a fan. That’s why when I hit 3 more I’m going to flip out like crazy!
I’m not sure but on my journals or poems I seem to really inspire them with all the comments they leave behind. It actually makes me quite happy….
I like that….
Sadly school gets in the way of my dreams. That’s what brings out the twisted world of reality…
Tuesday November 22 2011
I’m so sick of life.
Why do I seem so moody? With that I can’t even tell who the hell I am.
Nobody,
Yeah that works.
Just now I learn I have a project due tomorrow from my hovering mother. I hate how teachers send emails to her all the time. Just leave me alone!!!
I hate the world at times like this, we have no meaning for happiness its so hard and the clock is ticking. Maybe I’m stressed because mom turns on the TV to watch CNN EVERYDAY!!!
I don’t want to see all those sad excuses of news! I’m already stressed and depressed enough!
Oh.
And did I tell you mom wont dare believe I’m depressed? Elise mentioned such things in the car back from our martial arts classed and my mother laughed like “Elise not funny of course she isn’t!”
Well mom,
You’re a fool.
Time to open your eyes the exact same way I did. Can’t reject reality right?
I’ve been quite the grouch lately. That’s why Elise mentioned it though a grouch isn’t really a good example of depression. Maybe it’s both?
I know lately I’ve been angry. Not my angriest but angry. It’s not like I want to be raged but I have not control of it. Honestly I just feel like I need a little love to stop my head from bouncing on the walls so much.
No matter how much I rest I can’t even quench the thirst of sleep. I sleep restlessly because I’m still tired.
I’m stressed because nobody knows this pain and suffering inside of me. I just don’t feel right! All of this is my father’s boss’s fault. If I didn’t move to hell on earth over here, Loose town, Maybe I’d be fine back home in Faxton… with my friends….real friends….
I HATE YOU ALL!!!
And it hurts to say it.
I’ve been cutting myself not far from now sadly. People have been telling me all these terrible things…that I’m weird….and I can’t take anything seriously….and I hate how I fake along with it so badly…..I’m nothing….why do I exist why am I pestering the world with myself…I have no worth…whatsoever…ugh…plus I think I chose the wrong knife. It was nice and red on my hand not long ago so I kept wearing my gloves but now it’s barely there anymore, I guess it healed easily.
Anyway in err….good news…
I Finished Maniarix 7 last night!!! Sadly…(there’s always a sadly, sadly)
My…two….readers….didn’t give to many detailed comments besides “Awesome, cool, nice, love it.”
I’ve been working on that one since September and this is what I get? Ugh maybe I’m asking for too much when it comes to wanting a little bit more details.….I miss having more readers. I used to have a group of them in Faxton like twenty readers and now I’m down to two? I honestly thought once I moved here id get way more readers….but no I get two….super demotivating.
God what did I do to deserve all this? Not even lord voldermort deserves such things! Maniarix is literally the only thing motivating me to stick around a little longer. Dammit….I feel like I should start writing a will or something if all this negativity keeps growing.
Gloomy Monday November 2011
Oh how I miss being a toddler in a wonderful happy world full of colours and happiness!
It’s all dark now.
God get me out of here with a magical painless eraser.
BUT GUESS WHAT, TO BRIGHTEN UP THE DAY, I FOUND THAT I LIKE YOUR HAIR SONG! BY SCOTTY VANITY!
It’s so weird but awesome it made me laugh!
“Hey there,
I like your hair,
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there.
PSHYEAH!”
LOL! In the song he’s like “OH MY GAWD!”
“Blondes brunettes readheds….MORE LIKE DREADHEADS! OH MY GOD! Wheres my flat iron? HIGHLIGHTS! Let’s TOTALLY GET A PERMM!”
Made my day.
Alone, within a void.
Purple, Unknown, Dazed, new, ancient.
Honestly,
Im not much into this whole, whats it called, “Diary stuff”. Honestly if I actually have a “Diary” I name it “Devil” Instead. Got that from my older diary in six grade. I read it not long ago. Its unbelievable on how much I’ve changed.
Oh.
You might be wondering why I call this diary and yet YOU the one reading, devil.
Well obviously…take it like this,
I could tell all these deep dark secrets to the diary and yet if anybody reads them it will just spill it out while I would be completely ticked off. Of course I name it devil! IT’S A BACKSTABBING TWITBONE. But the only good that comes of it is that maye one day when I leave this world this might be useful or entertaining for someone. Anyway not like if you read this I can stop you much, but ill ask nicely.
Please don’t read this book….or….
HAVE YOUR SOUL CURSED FOREVER LIFE!!!
Or if I know you well (Connor, Charleye,Nese, Jerred, Alex, Morra, DAD, etc anyone who would want to read this to irritate me.)
TASTE MY RAAGE!
Of course id still like you guys BUT JUST DON’T!
Didn’t you understand?
DON’T FLIP THIS PAGE.
Last chance…
I’M WARNING YOU!!!
REALLY!!
……
F*CK YOU!
Oh well….
NOVEMBER
Monday November 21st 2011
97….
By that I mean deviantart watchers.
Deviantart is like the artist social network. People post drawings, photos, videos, painting etc, on it and its real awesome you can get favorites which are when other artists take your work and add it to a file, pretty much a way to say they like it, What’s even better are watchers kind of like followers on other websites. It means they watch what you do, whenever you post something they’ll get notifications about it on da so they can see it and fave it. And it truly means they’re a fan. That’s why when I hit 3 more I’m going to flip out like crazy!
I’m not sure but on my journals or poems I seem to really inspire them with all the comments they leave behind. It actually makes me quite happy….
I like that….
Sadly school gets in the way of my dreams. That’s what brings out the twisted world of reality…
Tuesday November 22 2011
I’m so sick of life.
Why do I seem so moody? With that I can’t even tell who the hell I am.
Nobody,
Yeah that works.
Just now I learn I have a project due tomorrow from my hovering mother. I hate how teachers send emails to her all the time. Just leave me alone!!!
I hate the world at times like this, we have no meaning for happiness its so hard and the clock is ticking. Maybe I’m stressed because mom turns on the TV to watch CNN EVERYDAY!!!
I don’t want to see all those sad excuses of news! I’m already stressed and depressed enough!
Oh.
And did I tell you mom wont dare believe I’m depressed? Elise mentioned such things in the car back from our martial arts classed and my mother laughed like “Elise not funny of course she isn’t!”
Well mom,
You’re a fool.
Time to open your eyes the exact same way I did. Can’t reject reality right?
I’ve been quite the grouch lately. That’s why Elise mentioned it though a grouch isn’t really a good example of depression. Maybe it’s both?
I know lately I’ve been angry. Not my angriest but angry. It’s not like I want to be raged but I have not control of it. Honestly I just feel like I need a little love to stop my head from bouncing on the walls so much.
No matter how much I rest I can’t even quench the thirst of sleep. I sleep restlessly because I’m still tired.
I’m stressed because nobody knows this pain and suffering inside of me. I just don’t feel right! All of this is my father’s boss’s fault. If I didn’t move to hell on earth over here, Loose town, Maybe I’d be fine back home in Faxton… with my friends….real friends….
I HATE YOU ALL!!!
And it hurts to say it.
I’ve been cutting myself not far from now sadly. People have been telling me all these terrible things…that I’m weird….and I can’t take anything seriously….and I hate how I fake along with it so badly…..I’m nothing….why do I exist why am I pestering the world with myself…I have no worth…whatsoever…ugh…plus I think I chose the wrong knife. It was nice and red on my hand not long ago so I kept wearing my gloves but now it’s barely there anymore, I guess it healed easily.
Anyway in err….good news…
I Finished Maniarix 7 last night!!! Sadly…(there’s always a sadly, sadly)
My…two….readers….didn’t give to many detailed comments besides “Awesome, cool, nice, love it.”
I’ve been working on that one since September and this is what I get? Ugh maybe I’m asking for too much when it comes to wanting a little bit more details.….I miss having more readers. I used to have a group of them in Faxton like twenty readers and now I’m down to two? I honestly thought once I moved here id get way more readers….but no I get two….super demotivating.
God what did I do to deserve all this? Not even lord voldermort deserves such things! Maniarix is literally the only thing motivating me to stick around a little longer. Dammit….I feel like I should start writing a will or something if all this negativity keeps growing.
Gloomy Monday November 2011
Oh how I miss being a toddler in a wonderful happy world full of colours and happiness!
It’s all dark now.
God get me out of here with a magical painless eraser.
BUT GUESS WHAT, TO BRIGHTEN UP THE DAY, I FOUND THAT I LIKE YOUR HAIR SONG! BY SCOTTY VANITY!
It’s so weird but awesome it made me laugh!
“Hey there,
I like your hair,
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there.
PSHYEAH!”
LOL! In the song he’s like “OH MY GAWD!”
“Blondes brunettes readheds….MORE LIKE DREADHEADS! OH MY GOD! Wheres my flat iron? HIGHLIGHTS! Let’s TOTALLY GET A PERMM!”
Made my day.