On winners and losers.

Start time: 9:52 PM

Status: Listening to music.

On winners and losers:
Winner are usually the weiners of all of it. The losers are the strong-willed ones.
Most of the time the winners are more popular.
The losers dont give up.
I am a loser.
I aint kidding. I'm a pessimist, but I would love to win once. In the world, there is ALWAYS one person who is better than you in some aspect. I met that one person who is more bitchy than me. Actually, Ive met a lot of people who are bitchier than me. A lot of people smarter than me, but none more unique in my way. No one can be a preppy-emo-drama queen who thinks that life is a pointless game that you have to spice up to make intresting.
When you look back at it, my life is full of loserisms that I am proud of. I've managed to stay unpopular which would have corrupted me. I never got a chance at love which makes me more awesome that the dating people, but I guess I'm sorta outta it. I've ruined my straight A's~ I'm officially not a super geek. Im fashion confuzed, which makes my outfit 1000 times better than yours. My music tastes are loserish by definition. My hair is always a mess which never ceases to suprise me. People come up to me on some days and they tell me (flat out), "Juliet, your hair is really nice TODAY." Huge emphasis on the today. My skin is practically a dead mess of cells. My nails are always chewed away and my hands have calluses from I dont know, TRYING TO GUITAR. My height is a fail. My weight is ... the only thing normal, lets just say. My crush is abnormal. If you look at me as a person, I look normal, but if you know me, I am the most randomtistic person you will ever meet. I like being a loser, because winners are weiners and snobs who wont stop bragging.

I like being me. No matter how many times i say it, it makes me feel like a creep. I seriously need some optimism therapy. Does that even exist? I hope it does... maybe. Nah. I would be too lazy to take therapy. Its never gonna happen to me. Nope. I never. Optimism never works out for me. People would find it weird if I, Juliet VanSchulear, started being happy. The thought of it creeps me out severely. It creeps me out as much as the fact that most of my closet is pink and black. The other 30% is like, yellow and grey.

Winners are creepy and adored by peers. Peers is made of two words. Pee and ers. In other words, your peers are made of crap and errors. How does that happen? Pee> poop> crap. Ers= shakespearean vers. of errors. To err is to do wrong. (Yes, that is my geek side kicking in.) Never listen to people who spew crap and cant cover up their asses. So therefore by a huge transitive property, never listen to the winners.

Juliet has just had a pineapple moment flashback:

Winter ball 08'
Srsly. I look slutty.
WRONG FLASHBACK!

Here it is:
Location: St. Malo
Juliet: *stares into the sunset as epically as possible*
Matt & Rayne: ... =_="
Juliet: *smile* Don't you think its beautiful?
PAUSE! This was before my spirit was broken and shattered and killed and mutilated beyond belief. And before I was humiliated. so continuing.
Matt: *mumbles incoherently*
Rayne: *facepalm*
Liza: *taking pictures*
Juliet: *stares*
Monologue at the time: The sunset is extremely pretty. There is no place I'd rather be than here with all of my friends. I would never trade this moment for anything else is the world. I wish I could just let my feelings spill over. I-
Liza: OMG. *laughs at statue*
Juliet: *pulls head to one side*
Liza: Juliet, cmon.
Juliet: Hai~
Matt and rayne converse.

and when I look back upon that moment, I feel I must crush every single nanosecond of my memory into oblivion because my life could never be that way again. Never.
No one can be trusted. No secrets. No hearts. No lives. No emotions. No sadness. No pain. No smiles. No tears. No lonliness. No cuts. No bruises. Nothing. No one should ever be trusted with a secret. Never talk. Never tell. Never speak. At all.
Never look back. Never speak up
Never smile. Never look at their face.
No compassion. No sympathy.
No truth. No lies.
No lies. No truth.

For you see the entity of life is made up of nothing and everything. Maybe a dream, yet maybe a retarded imagining that has gone on too long. A life. Curious. Nothing.

xoxo.

Love me, love you, losar.

-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear