Hmm.

Today I've found some kind of something, I don't know. I think she might be what they call an "Otherkin". Basically, you have furries, who pretend they're animals, right, and then you have Otherkin, which is the same shit only they think they're elves or fairies or other such like fantasy creatures that I frequently slaughter with reckless abandon in the vidya.
Purge the unclean~

*cries quietly*

I used to attend a program before I moved. Most of you know this.

Yes, most of us do keep regular tabs on your life.
Ugh, whatever.
Waste of my fucking time with posts counting down the new year, knock that off--

My Christmas was the best for the simple fact that I was also with family. Even if I was a little hurt by the whole conversation thing, I, like mama, simply love it when we're all just together, talking, laughing and being a family.

A little hurt? Impending bottomsore post.
Ah ha, I sure can call it. Next post: "ignored and alone"
awww poor baby :(

I don't even know why I bother trying to say things when unfamiliar company is around. Even the familiar people just cut me off and ignore me completely to talk to the new people.

Oh sorry I totally got sidetracked. Were you saying something?
Which would you rather: someone cut you off, or just get totally ignored?

They may not think it bothers me, but it does. I hate it. It just makes me feel like the little blind girl trying to play at a big girl's game.

Err, what? Usually when you go for the simile it's a common thing everyone understands (kind of the point, expressing something unfamiliar through familiar terms) but since not many people know exactly what "a big girl's game" is or how a "little blind girl" would do at said game, you kind of lose your audience.
... This is probably why people don't listen to you, come to think of it.

I really shouldn't let it bother me, I know. But I can't help it.

Yeah, actually, you can help it.
You can stop being such a goddamn dork and assert yourself.

Okay, somebody please kill me now. No, I'm serious. Take something and smack me over the head with it. *spikes fingers through hair* Shit. I am

Spikes fingers through hair? Is that necessary, honestly?

such an idiot. Hell, I'm thinking of closing out my facebook completely. I wrote some really hurtful stuff up there while angry and my mom saw it.

Hurr I'm a durr

What, the fuck, Samara. Go kill your fucking self.

Yes, do.

You know something? I don't even know why I lit on that particular thing. (I ranted about setting $50 aside each month to go not into my savings account but another account altogether that's joint moderated so to speak by me and my mom.) It's different and a bit uncomfortable just because it's new, but hell!

Err-- okay--

Even I can see it's a good idea! *shakes head* Why did I light on that particular topic? Maybe because it was there. And now look at me. She'll never wanna
recommend anything for fear of my retribution and no matter what happens, that'll always be in her mind. I'm gonna go drown myself now.

Did I miss something? What's the fucking problem, exactly?

Okay, I was sick. Nearly all over the bathroom floor. Thank God for toilets. My stomach is roiling with my self-loathing and disgust. I cannot believe I wrote that stuff! When I'm angry, I always do that! Always say things I know I don't believe! And then it gets back to that person and it ends up hurting them!

Goddamn I think I see why people ignore you.

I just want to bury myself alive or drown myself or purposefully get hit by a car or do something equally reckless that'll rid the world of my gangreen-like presence.

Oh yeah, great, get everyone else involved in your suicide. Self-important twat.
Also it's "gangrene" you illiterate. I know Livejournal has a spell check, there's no fucking excuse for that.

It's real. What daughter hurts their loving, gentle, helpful mother for no reason? Yes, you on the right.

You do?

Ding ding ding ding! Yes! 2 million bucks to the man on the riiiiiiiiiight!

I do, dammit!

How am I ever going to face her? Gramma says I should call her because she's really, really hurt.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I READING?

*drops head into hands* God, somebody please kill me.

• Emotion of the Moment::ashamed, worthless, vile, dead
• Name That Tune::Tourniquet by Evanescence

Great.
Now here's a story she wrote. It's fanfiction about The Lord of the Rings, which contains this rather perplexing gem:

Story Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: PG13
Worksafe?: Yes

So the entire story is NC17 (a rating reserved for porn, which is what this is) but for this particular chapter it's okay to read if you're 13.
Also it's work-safe, which is good because everyone knows when you're reading porn at a glance.
Also that's what The Lord of the Rings (The Hobbit, the prequel to said saga, is actually a story intended for children) contained a lot of: pornography.
One might argue (which is just a soft way of saying "you missed the fucking point") The Lord of the Rings was written as a historical account and didn't contain a lot in the way of character development, so your fixation on the characters is pretty fucking dumb.

*squawks around ecstatically* I diiiiiiid iiiiiiiiiit! I know how to work with the bloody software now! Oh, blessed be my previous teacher! I just followed what he did in the other site as well as read the manual and didn't allow myself to get infuriated and blow it all off! Go me! Look? I'm already more mellow and I haven't even moved yet!

What-- no, no, forget it.
Oh she's trying to figure out PHP. Whatever, cunt.

*sings* It's my birthday and I'll be stupid if I want to, stupid if I want to, stupid if I want toooooooooooo...

Wheeeeeeeeee! Me 23 now! Now my life over. I all old now.

*giggles*

Me just kiddin!

I has to be silly because I can.

I just skipped through about 40 entries because I couldn't bring myself to reading any of her bullshit. My eyes were unfocused the entire time. I think I almost slipped into a coma.
I guess I'm going to go grind my Scizor up to level 100.